CHAPTER 4  THE TACTLESS FELLOW.

 

We come across a lot of talk of love.  Love happened at first sight.  Love sees no limit.  Love knows not caste creed or community.  In love two living beings find them attracted to each other. They pair them as one identity. They bind them together. The lovers do not get them separated by any calamity.   They are destined and tied to each other, never to be parted till death.

This is not limited to human beings. It is seen in animals too, wild or tame. The animals can not sing song of their love. That is the difference.  Love is the same.  Love is in animals birds ducks, drakes; whales, dolphins, everybody under the sky. Love aims to bind each other forever. Love is the glue that binds them.

Love is not fulfilled in some cases. All are not that lucky. The end is tragic. Lots of stories are written about it.  The end is tragic. It brings tears in eyes to hear of love tragedies. Such cases spread like wild fire.  Class creed, money, other manmade barriers have to be crossed to make love survive. Love is an idea. Love is talked about, seen as awe-inspiring. Love is a good dream.  Talk of love comes back again and again at all levels at all gathering and at all times in the house or outside. This has remained a very lively and interesting topic of discussion since times immemorial. Innumerable love stories have come to surface in every part of the world. Let us see what we mean by love.

 

Is it necessary that love should be between a man and a woman?  It is not necessarily so. Love may be between two animals. Love may be between the pupil and the teacher.  Love may be between two males. Love can be between two females. Love can be between two old men or two old women. 

 

 

 

 

Love may be between father and the daughter. Love can be between mother and the son. Love can be between two brothers.  Love may be between brother and the sister. Love can be between two sisters and what not. We have heard of many love stories. In most of the case it relates to two members of the opposite sex. One dies and the other survives unhappy lost and forgotten.  In some stories both lovers die. In birds and animals also this sort of cases happen.  Love is therefore a tie. Love is a bond that binds two living beings together.    Love is an incident in which two living beings got madly attracted to each other.

They change altogether when they are hit with love. In love they are hit with “Thunderbolt.” When Thunderbolt hits them no one can do anything.  They see the world as their enemy.  Their lives get changed to an unimaginable extent. Their thinking gets changed to a great extent. They view all others as their enemy. They view the whole world with distrust and animosity. Falling in love is a very important decision. They say Love is blind. Some fall in love at first sight.  But it is not so in all cases. In most cases Love may be blind. In some cases love may be at first sight. Some fall in love at first sight, some weigh every pros and cons, and fall in love at last. The process may be accidental for one, purposeful for the other. But it can be said safely that both wanted it and both were willing for it.

 

Love and sex are different.  We confuse between the two. We mix them. Love may not be in sex but sex can be in love. SO TRY TO UNDERSTAND.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Love results in sex-acts. They do in most of the cases.  There are  exception. In many cases they do so, so do their bodies.   It depends on their ways of life.  In some cases the hero goes off the war leaving the weeping counter-part behind. In some case one lover puts career ahead of love.

Some lovers go mad over for everything. Love is not made by the society.  Love happens. Love takes place suddenly. Love stretches vital juices of the body.  It shakes up. Love grinds, grills, tortures, and kills. Love is a sweet pain.   All sorts of adjective, simile, comparison and praise are bestowed on the other. She is compared to a smelling flower. She is compared to a fairy in the heaven.  All her vital parts are highlighted and she is an over night legendary entity.  She becomes a thing it inspired you to take note of her to study her emotions.  She is subject of discussion and controversy. She needs awakening. She has to be awakened, opened up.  She can not of its own make an initiative.  Woman has no strength to do it.  It is the man’s job. If the man fails, love fails. If the man takes up the task, their union is achieved. The air smells wonderful, everything looks wonderful.

Sometimes air smells of wood fire and wood smoke. Sometimes air smells of all scents of dew wet earth after a rainy day. Birds are heard chirping, flying making all sorts of noises, queering owls found hooting.  Music is heard in the background electrifying the whole atmosphere.  From the stables comes the snuffle and stamping of the hoofs of the horses. In the sky the stars are shining or moon in full phase.  They draw a deep breath. World stands, time stands atmosphere stands. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dark clouds roll overhead blocking the moon at times.  It happens to be a good night to wander about and around.  Padding of hoofs is heard down the lane.  Donkeys are described as sneezing and smelling the ground in search of green grass.  Bats are described as found fluttering around uttering inaudible chip, chip, and chip. He did not care, he was happy to be away from the house, and her. He held out his hand, he feels the dew.

 

He was a glass technologist. He had a Master’s degree in glass technology from London. He was experimenting on different items of crystal glass. It was rumored that he had invented items of unbreakable glass. At the end of the town he had his workshop where he used to spend his time. That was his home-cum-workshop. Rarely he used to visit the down town area. He stopped awhile sniffing the aroma scent of air that drift into his nose while taking brisk steps way back his place. He was reluctant to walk further. He dragged his feet towards his abode. Silence followed dead as ever till Cuckoo’s song half-awake adventured into the hush.  A farm’s vivid picture was described in full- spring in a birth giving process, excitedly feeling, tending, mending, caring for what is born and had come to life. A mother hen was shown cross-footed waddling bringing with her the red and white battalion of chicken scattered on the grounds in the fields. The doves cooed from the rooftops. They murmured, indulged in sudden bursts of flight, their wings spread white in the blue sky.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He was all that you would dream in a man. He was a stubborn, calculative, self-centered youth. He adored women. He had an eye for beauty. He had a passion for everything that was part of the female element in the world. Secondly he had great visual taste. His graphic sense was inborn and unselfconscious. He was a carefree easygoing type. He wore his shirt and jeans with subtle difference from the way, every, or any other boy would wear. At times he liked to wear in addition a jacket with a red bow tie that projected him much younger than he was. His athletic body helped him to show it to a better advantage. His eyes were marked with permanent laugh lines. Girls and all others mistook him for a genial man. Pride goes before destruction.

On a few occasions he had happened to come in touch with her. She had liked him at first sight. He had no courage to advance further. There was casual exchange of words once in a blue moon.  If wishes were horses, beggars would too ride.  Give him an inch; he would take an ell. (an ell=45 inches) 

 

As opposed to him, she was young, more beautiful than anyone was, he had ever seen. It was his remarks that she was real. She was not like other girls. Others were like hybrid fruits. They are great to look at with plenty of body. But no taste whatsoever.  She was not like that. She was genuine. She was a gem. She was juicy and sweet. Juice appeared oozing from `her. An Omelet made from hen’s fresh eggs of our farm, tastes sweet. An omelet made from eggs available in market has no taste.  That is the difference between real and the fake.

The taste of real tomato and hybrid tomato can be spotted in one bite. 

 

 

 

She was a class by herself. She was much sought after lass of the college. He had known her. He had her complete history. He was interested in her. But grapes were sour. He felt he had no chance. Everybody wants to be in show business. Everybody craves for publicity. Every one is eager for his photograph to appear in the magazine. They are ready to go to any length.  For this she punishes her body to keep fit, to look younger she shows no pity in doing so. Ultimately all roads lead to matrimony. Ways and methods are different.  She aspires to wear the ring on her finger. Status as a wife is the best life for a girl under all circumstances. Do not miss it. 

She was fond of warmth. She was fond of compliments being showered on her.  It is something in abundance to find in company of males. Most of them have one track mind to take her to bed at the earliest available opportunity. There are no such gentlemen now who believe in allowing her to shine and see her without ruining her. A real piece of steel can withstand any heat any pressure any calamity. She was like that.

 

 

It was Super-Saturday. Saturday is a lover’s day. Romance springs from within on this day. It had been a warm Saturday in the town; the glass factories had closed their furnaces on Friday night.  Faint wisps of grey smoke were seen still coming from the chimneys.  Streets were almost deserted. It was also a festival day. All were in festive mood. Saturday Fever was felt in the atmosphere everywhere.

 

 

 

 

 

 

She stood at the foyer mirror, clad in scout’s clothes putting on a close fitting cap.  She was almost ready; all set to run out of the house. She turned off the fan and lights of the living room. Feeling the silence in the house, her foster mother’s voice was heard coming from the kitchen. She went towards the cooking place to face her.

 

Her mother: “Where you going?” She uttered seeing her ready to move out in a hurry.  She smiled at the mother opening and fluttering her large oval eyes.

She: “I am due for a picnic today on the festival day. All the class-friends have decided to celebrate the day at my friend’s farmhouse. College has closed down.” She explained.

Moreover Julie, my bench partner, who is elected College Union has persuaded me that I can not stay behind. I have got to go.

Mother:  “No!. Today you have to help me in the kitchen. Joe’s family is coming for dinner.” “I am alone, can not cope up with the cooking. You have to help me.”

She:        “Please Mother! Try to understand!” “Moreover there is now no college.”

Mother:  “But if the College has closed down what about your lessons?”

She:        “Oh! Don’t worry about that! I have thought of it.”

“I am caught up in my work.”

Mother:  “I don’t like this.” “Your exams are fast approaching.” “You’ve to read.”

She:        “Mom! Don’t be a bore. I have decided. I have promised.” “I’ve to go, Mom!”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She glanced at her mother with a melting appeal. Twenty and slight, with velvety skin and a pert figure, she oddly resembled her father in the deep set oval eyes and the temper, and the determined air. She tried wrinkling her nose at her, out of annoyance. Often it made her laugh. Children have a way of doing their way. Mother smiled inwardly. She had won her point. Mother never gave clear-cut permission. It was implied. She prepared herself ready to be off. That is how life was up-till now. They were happy in their own way. Days were passing by. She was in her last year of the college. She opened the fridge door and collected some fruits, water bottles, jelly cans and cookies.

 

She was about twenty-one. He mother was always telling her to give away every dollar, quarter, dime and penny in the house, but never, never, her heart to anyone. Her mother was worried about her always.  Of the numberless, numerous steps to climb on the ladder to her heart, only he had climbed perhaps, two or three. No one else had scaled the summit of her heart so far. She knew. . She remembered him. She missed him. She liked him.

 

She walked her bicycle out the side door of the house to meet her girl friend.  The basket attached to the govern-bar was filled with food, water bottles other items of need for a picnic. The girl friend waited at the intersection near the main road, the basket on the handlebar of her cycle also packed tightly. Both wished each other ready for the picnic. They started off, their faces glowing in the morning shine of the sun. 

 

 

 

 

 

They chatted along the streets about anything and everything, each eagerly hearing with deft attention in turn. Both engrossed in deep conversation oblivious to surroundings.  It was late morning, traffic was less, and the early morning carriages had already passed for the market. Business was slow on account of the rising sun. Now business would pick up when the sun would set. It would be busy till late night. Summers are really hot.

 

The trouble came from a few blocks from her house when they turned from the stone paved street on to a dirt road.  Both were in an adventurous mood.

Her friend said:   “When kids drive bikes in America, no hands.”   Both tried.   Both took their hands off the governor bar of their bike. Both enjoyed.  It was precisely at that moment that tragedy struck her.  She did not see the deep cart rut on the side of the street and off she went over the cart. Her cycle gave a loud thud when it collided with the cart.  The picnic items from the basket got spilled over scattered on the ground here and there.

Friend:  “Are you hurt?” her girl friend asked coming to a stop.

 

She:       “No.” She said shaking her head. She got to her feet and began to brush off her dress. It was not bad.

She:      “Help me pick up.” “Throw away the unusable.”

She began to place the food items and water bottles in the wire-basket when her sight fell on the front wheel of the bike.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She:      “Oh! No?” She cried out loud in utter dismay and frustrated. The wheel was bent out of shape.

There was no way the bike could move.

She:      “What do we do now?” she asked.

It was a holiday  and shops were closed.

She:       “That is the end of the picnic for me.”

She:        ”I might as well go home.”

Some passer-bye suggested that the shops of repairers were closed being a festival day.  However there was one fellow at the end of the street behind the barn who was having a workshop making articles and had a lathe machine. He can help to set right the wheel. She thought of going back home. But she had to get the cycle done, at least made set right to reach her home.  She was confused at the turn of the unexpected events.  She took leave of her friend and promised she may be back at the park if the bike could be set right. They should go ahead with the picnic. She dragged the bike towards the street. She had to ask ten places to find the bike repairer. She was quite tired and exhausted.  Half an hour later, she was at the back of the barn in the back of the house, half carrying the cycle not in a condition to go further. She was red with the heat and the strain. She was in a real mess due to the heat and exertion. She was annoyed at the turn of events. She supported the bike at the footsteps of the place. She climbed up to the open door as she came up. Inside she heard someone clanging the hammer with the metal. She knocked on the door. She shouted whether anybody was present. There was no response. Apparently the knock was not heard. The clanging and the banging went on uninterruptedly.

 

 

 

 

 

She:      “Hello,” She called little loudly, knocked.

After some time a voice came out of the interior.

He:       “Who is there?”

She:      “Will you help me?” she called back.

There was silence. She felt the rhythm of footstep oncoming.

He appeared out of the back room.

 

His eyes got wide open. Was it a dream? Was it real? It must be hallucination!  He was surprised. She was shocked. Both felt embarrassed and awkward.

Both were shocked and surprised to find them together and that too at such a close proximity. What a coincident it was! How could it be possible?

He:  “Hello, you!” he marched out to her with his long hands, outstretched attired in a workman’s uniform, a white starched apron on top of it.

He:  “You look much grown up than your age. “Lucky girl!”

She smiled back with a nod.

 

(Both had recovered from the initial shock and surprise) He was staring at her.  She stood before him, full length of her that too in person.  She looked more beautiful than ever before. They stared at each other for a long time. He studied her face and her eyes. She was almost a woman now hidden in a scout’s garb. She looked stunningly beautiful with short black hair and her emerald wide eyes shining like a gem. She was casually dressed in white blouse and black skirts.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She:  “Hello! As she said to him, as the words were out of her mouth, it looked as if her voice chimed like a bell. It livened up the atmosphere. He now believed that she was herself in person at his doorsteps.

He:  (in his businesslike tone) “What can I do?”

She tried to keep the excitement out of her voice. She showed no surprise.

She: “First you can ask me to come in.”

She: “Then you can fix my wheel.”

Both came out of the anteroom to the front to the doorsteps.

He looked down at the bike for a moment and back at her. He could not believe it to be true. Was it one of his imaginations? How can she be here? This can not be true.

He stood there silently just staring at her. She said at once deliberately interrupting his thoughts. He came out of his thoughts with a jerk.

She:  “What are you doing, looking so stunned? Don’t you hear me? Repair it? See what is wrong?”  There would have been more questions and answers but her abruptness stopped him from further conversation. He had to engage himself to repair the bike.

He proceeded, moved the cycle here and there. She saw him moving the bike. She felt color flow into her face. She regained herself as he inspected the bike.

He nodded. The bike was a wreck. It needed repairs. The wheel was bent out of size.

He lifted the bike and carried it in the inside workshop and placed it near the wall. He came back to her.

 

 

 

 

 

 

He led her inside a side room. She was about 21 stunning with black hair oval eyes shining like a gem casually dressed in simple white blouse and a black skirt. The exertion and the temperature had exhausted her.

 

She shivered. She felt uneasy and out of place. She felt she could join her friends after he repaired the bike. Man proposes God disposes. If she knew! She did not know what was coming. She was in her mood to join her friends in the picnic.  She felt her mood channel swiftly into emotion and sentiments.   She stood facing the window in the side room. Lost in thought she glanced out of the window and faced the deserted street. There was no activity. There was a tall minaret at the end of the street. She could not see beyond. The view from the top of the minaret would be fantastic, she thought absently.  His deep voice from behind surprised her.  She had expected him to be at work repairing the bike.

 

She felt him standing closely behind her. Her sixth sense told her. She felt a rush of warm breath brush over her neck.  Since her back was to him, she hoped he was unaware of the disturbance his nearness caused her.

She felt heat spreading in her body like fire spreading all over her at contact with his chest.  Her breath was inundated with his male scent through her nostrils.   She was surprised to find herself in the midst of his company.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

She swallowed hard and forced a shrug.   He saw a shiver tremble over her shoulders.  On the other hand she was confused.  Her body was reacting to his nearness.  Deciding some distance might help to clear her senses, she stepped aside as if on a round of the place.  He shrugged and went into the inner room on an impulse. She inspected the room she was in.  She gazed at anything and everything within sight.  She noticed. It was not elegantly furnished.

 

There were a few chairs, a cupboard and a bed in one corner of the room. That was all to it. Seeing the bed, she averted her gaze to the ceiling and other objects in the room. She pursed her lips in surprise.  This was it? This was his

Bed room?   Was he living here? Was he working here?  She was surprised. Both were in the same remote place?  She asked herself. Had he no other personal life?    She asked herself again. She heard footsteps behind her.  He was returning from the inner room.  She stiffened when the footsteps stopped at her back.

A hand appeared over her shoulder. She felt. His fingers curled around a glass of wine.

He:  “Here,” He said as he pushed the glass.

He:   “Drink up, you are all tired and exhausted, it looks as if you need it.”

Her tolerance to liquor was always low.  She remembered. She warned herself.

The quantity of wine in the glass was sure to set her head spinning and her tongue wagging. She was aware of the consequences. She was alarmed. It would not be wise under the circumstances.

 

 

 

 

 

 

He coaxed his fingers around the glass. He lifted it to her mouth.  He beckoned her to gulp it as if it were a medicine for her good.  She was quite mesmerized.  She was quite hypnotized at his touch with her fingers.  She downed and drained the wine in her throat in a few gulps. She felt color return to her cheeks. She felt floating in the atmosphere. She felt a sense of well being relaxing and homely.  She swallowed hard when she felt his fingers began to massage her shoulder-muscles.

His touch was firm.  His touch was insistent soothing.

He encircled her with his hands in a loose embrace.   Both stood like that for quite a while.   His hand traveled in the front. His hand touched her breasts. His hand stayed on her breasts for quite a while. He sighed. He felt an under current passing in his palm, coming through the thin blouse. He enjoyed the warmth that came from her body.   Her reaction to it was instantaneous.   She was aware of the effect of his feather touch.   She heaved a sigh of a moan. His fingers continued working on her.   His touch was relaxing to the tense muscles beneath his palm.  He reached out and stroked her cheeks with the back of his knuckles.

He felt her tremble as her skin glided beneath his hand.

The implications of his movements on her body caused alarming signals.   She felt hot and cold at the same time.   She did not know what to do.  Her body ached for his touch.   Her mind refused to surrender. She wanted to run away from him.   She was torn into two not knowing what to do.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

He had her exactly where he wanted her. She was in a vulnerable position.  He knew it. She was struggling to hide her apprehension, and was failing.   It was only a matter of time before she cried defeat, a matter of time before she admitted her error and beg for mercy. He would enjoy every moment of it. He would then ride. He was confident. He was a veteran. He had seen many winters. It was a routine. He was glad she was not looking at him. She would have fainted. She would have died.  Her eyes were dazed.  All her faculties were not in her say.

She felt him closer to her. She took a deep breath. She was really worried.  He leaned on her. Her heartbeat doubled out of apprehension. Their bodies touched, hard against soft, warm against warm. She caught her breath and started to glance away in other direction. The hands holding her would not allow it. She was in a fix.  She fidgeted. She doubted her wisdom to come to his shop for repair of her bike.

Was it a coincidence? What had dragged her to him?  She asked herself. Was it destiny? All sort of ideas started hovering in her mind.  She asked herself again.  Her reaction was also odd. Why did she come in?  She questioned her wisdom.

Why should she accept his glass of drink? Why should she put herself in such a vulnerable condition every time?  Did she deserve the freedom given to her?

 

Was it not a tacit consent on her part? All sorts of ideas were entering her mind. "Cast no pearls before the swine." Did she forget this golden word of advice her mother used to give?  The mind asked questions of which she had no answers. She became nervous.   Her breathing was shallow. Her heartbeat doubled. She was failing.

 

 

Her palms felt cold and wet. A shiver raced down her spine. She knew not what to do.   Her pride refused to succumb to his desire. The sensation tingling through the body was alarming. She had to overcome all desire and temptation. She had to free herself.  The sensation was quite exciting, very exciting. She had no strength to stop him.

He had taken hold of her entire self as if it belonged to him and to no one else.  She took a deep breath and trying showing her normal self, said:

(It had taken lot of nerves to collect some words.)

She:    “Let go off me.”

She:    “You do your job of repairing the bike; “

She:    “I am late as it is; my friends have been waiting on the outskirts of the place. “

She:    “Hurry up.” “Repair the bike.” It took lot of nerves for her to utter those words.

His eyes darkened. His face reddened. He was shocked at her tone of ordering him.

He felt her skin warm and smooth. He was on the top of the world. He would not go. He decided to have her there and there. Today he had an upper hand. He said:

He:     “Remove your dark mood, and be quick about it, I have other things to attend to.” His sigh felt hot against her cheek. She could not do anything. She had to free herself.

 

He:      “Do not look so shocked darling! “ He started the preliminaries to do the deed.

He:      “It is the only way we are faced with this unexpected visit to end. “

He:     “Nature has meant that we should be tied down until death.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

He:     “Let us get over it.”

He:     “Destiny has meant us to remain together.” He:     “So do not complain. You are mine and I am yours. You have to accept it.”

She:   “What do you mean by Get over it?”

She:   “What do you mean in your mind?” 

She:   “What do you take me for?”

She:   “Do you take me for granted?”

She:   “Have you no shame?”

He:     “Oh! I am sorry. I am really sorry.”

He changed the tactics. He started the action.

 

The tip of his thumb dipped, traced her upper breast enticingly warm and firm. She caught her breath. She swayed toward him. She was desperate to free herself.   A strange heat flooded from her body, her skin smoldered to his touch.

Her spine stiffened as she pushed away his hand asking him to stop at once. She sucked an uneven breath.  She closed her eyes.

She:    “Do stop.”

She:    “No non-sense!”

She:    “I quit this moment.” She protested.

It had taken great strain to utter those words, which she never meant.

His spicy male scent tickled her nostrils. Her body was warming against his thighs, her stomach her breasts were cemented to his body. Her eyes snapped open. She was alarmed.   Her head was in the direction of the bed. She realized.   Her gaze fell upon the bed. Her unconscious mind longed to lie down on the bed. Unfortunately for the first time in her life she was speechless.  She suspected that it had something to do with the way the heat of his body was melting through her dress, warming, caressing the flesh beneath and as if it had been touched by fire. She was utterly flabbergasted by the turn of events. She could not decide what to do.

 

 

 

 

 

She stiffened. Her cheeks flushed. She was in two minds. She felt as if her body would get dissolved in him.   Her eyes got wider than ever. She was breathing heavily.   The pulse in the throat was pounding. He was running the fingers along her lips until he felt her skin tremble beneath his touch. She found that it was not easy to argue when he was fondling the lips in such an intimate way. She was utterly disturbed and could not stop him. She somehow managed to gain some semblance.

Her tone slightly out of breath, she said.

 

She:  “Let me go,”

She:  “I want to be out.”

She:  “Let go of me.” She repeated.

He:    “Oh! I am sorry. I am really sorry.”

He continued fondling her vigorously.

She   “You repair my bike.” 

She:  “You go and fix my bike.” She repeated.

She:  “I have no wish to surrender to your tricks.”

She:  “I shall shout for help.” She repeated.

She took a deep breath. She lifted her gaze leveled it with his staring eyes.

She:  “I think you have a very dirty mind to imagine things.”  She continued.

She:  “Let me go, my friends have been waiting for me at the end of the street.” She warned.

She:  “Any moment they will come to find me.” She continued.

 

He shrugged.  Her attention was caught at the tip of his finger.  He was fondling the corner of her mouth. Without saying anything he took her face in his hands.   He kissed. His mouth worked sensually on hers.  

 

 

 

 

His passion had soared. He was aroused. He was determined to go all the way. He felt. He put his arms around her. He pulled her closer in a way that she was positioned well. She was adjusted within the frame of his body.   His hands slid down her back on her buttocks.   He pressed him on to her with agony and impatience.

 

He wished she could measure the extent of his excitement. He felt. If she knew he intended to possess her that very moment!   He felt her breaths hot rapid uneven on the back of his hand.   His heart doubled its beat. He was close enough to feel her every inhalation. .  It brought tips of her breasts dash against his chest. It was a romantic moment.   His eyes narrowed and darkened.  She scowled. Both were determined their ways.  The feel of the hard wood of the window frame at her back, and his towering frame in her front had virtually trapped her movements. She could not free herself. He tried to assess her mood by her tone and her facial expressions. It was hostile.  He could see that he had a long way to cross before she would surrender on his terms.  Without thinking she pushed him away from her. She made a mighty try with all strength.   He stopped abruptly bracing his hands atop the frame of the window.   He bowed little forward. His head bowed down gazed sightlessly around the room.  His mind was elsewhere focused on the bed in the corner of the room and the girl who was there to warm his bed. If things went straight he could see every possibility of both of them sharing the bed together to celebrate the festival in a different manner than others. He closed the window and the door carefully. She had let herself free from him.

 

 

 

 

The pull of his gaze was like a magnet; her attention got drawn towards him unwillingly. Her heart skipped beats when she found his hands on the buttons of her dress at her back. His hands began traveling from shoulders and gradually advancing towards the waist, carefully. He then unbuttoned each button from its hole very methodically without haste.  She pushed him away. She gave him a good jolt.

 

She:    “My friends are expected any moment.”  She protested.

She:    “Let go of me.”  She continued.

She     “Take your hands off me.” She threatened.

 

She cautioned him. She was in two minds. She could not push him further.  She could not succumb to his wishes. She was in a mess. She was in a fix. On the other hand, he was determined insistent entreating and repeating. He would not let her go. She was hissing and spitting by now protesting and gesturing him to stop at once.   All her threats, insults had no effect on him. He was today stubborn type of a brute. He lifted her from the ground on his shoulders. He turned towards the bed. He proceeded towards the bed and tossed her onto the four-poster.

 

The bed creaked with her weight, her body bounced before settling.    Her eyesight blurred. She was aghast with horror. She was afraid too. She felt dizzy on account of abrupt drain of circulation of the blood, which she felt rushing through the veins in the temples.   She was aware, of the rustling, of clothes at the end of the foot of the bed.  He had climbed over the bed sleeping parallel to her in an attempt to take her in his arms.

 

 

 

Heat generated from a spot closer to her outer calf where his flesh was intimately touching her, causing hair-splitting sensations unknown here to before.   His leg was caressing her toes ankles traveling onwards boldly without any sort of hesitation, taking for granted her willingness and consent to this invasion on her privacy. She felt his muscles tightening and hardening against her flesh.   Her heart was pounding so hard and so fast, she wondered it might burst out and stop beating. She did not know what to do. All her faculties were transfixed.  He had expected a fight from her for which he had prepared himself fully well.  To her mind it appeared she had no choice.

 

He was bent on taking her easy way or the hard way.  The result was the same. She was to be used abused all the way. She shivered at the very thought of his invading her privacy. She gritted her teeth to say something. She could mot speak. No words came out.  She preferred to keep quiet and swallowed her words that had been on her tongue. He had an upper hand. Today he had her where he wanted her.  Destiny had dragged her to his doorsteps. It was her fault. She should have run back.  Desperate diseases require desperate remedies.

 

Had her cycle not failed her she would never have been placed in such a vulnerable situation. She should have left the bike and run at the very sight of him.  She moved to sidestep him. She pushed him and rushed to open the door.

He was fast. He had known her ways.  He shot out his hands, grabbed her pulled her back roughly hauling her against his chest. She could smell his body. She was a trapped animal.

 

 

 

 

He enjoyed every moment. Her lips and mouth brushed against his armpits. She had a dizzy sensation unknown to her.  She felt she was losing her resolutions.  She felt she could not fight this brute of a man.  She knew that fighting him in any way would be a waste, as she had no energy. She could not fight him any more.  She was exhausted. She felt. It led her nowhere. She was too exhausted to fight any more. There was no strength left in her. She had to spit out her intention to him.  He was in no mood to play childish guessing games with her. Her heartbeat doubled and her breathing was shallow. Her arms lay prostrate by her sides, her elbows were locked, her neck and shoulders were quite stiff, the legs closed and knees were pressed together.  The guards were not on duty and watchful of any eventuality.  He turned to her. The mattress deepened under his pressure.  He kneeled fully on her side. Her gaze was fixed on the ceiling.    It appeared she had counted the number of squares in the ceiling columns and pillars innumerable times within the last few minutes.

 

He:  “Come on! Let us finish it.”  He uttered after a while.

She shuddered. She raised her legs in an attempt to kick him. Nobody had spoken to her in her life in such a businesslike tone.  She hated herself. It appeared to her as if she were a cheap worthless object to be used and thrown. She felt she would die of shame and humiliation.  She did not make any reply. Her eyes spoke volumes of anger and hatred for him.  She preferred to lie there as if she did not understand. She turned limp.  Jimmy came closer to her in an attempt to open her legs. She was flabbergasted.

 

 

 

 

He:  “Your not answering me looks as if you like it.”

He:  “I assure you, it makes no difference to me that I get pleasure or not.”

              He:  “It is the ride that counts.”

He:  “After today’s joy ride with me to the stars, you will be used to demanding more and more, begging for every inch of it.”

He:   (he went on as if he was addressing himself.) “You will love it.”  He murmured.

 

Her breasts, straining to pull back from contact with his chest were moderately large on her frame, standing erect.  The brown nipples had soared as if to burst out of pain and agony.   It looked as if they were dying to be fondled and caressed and bitten. Her skin was satin white flawless and smooth. He felt. His hand on her waist moved up and up cupping the ribs and the open palm and his thumb nestled beneath the underside of her breast.  His voice came like a murmur.

 

He: “How shall it be?” “It is now.”

 

She frowned.  She uttered no words.  By gesture she told untold reply.  She was not a cheap little object to be handled in a businesslike way.  She was tired of the game. She was at her wits’ end.    She wanted to end this drama. She wanted to die of shame. Nothing mattered. She wanted to be off this calamity.   All she was concerned was some unknown help to her.  She would be counting the tiles of the ceiling, or praying for a miracle. She began making all sort of ceremonies preludes and preparations, the aftermath etc. of her downfall. She was considered today an object in the real sense of the term feeling nothing. 

 

 

 

He had projected it like a totally mechanical process.  She imagined her to be a stubborn little bitch to match the world full of brutes.

 

She was in a mood to revolt.  She was on a war with the Males. They think they can use abuse and throw them away and go away after their lust was satisfied.  They had no finer instincts or value love sympathy kindness tenderness or finer feelings.  She hated them for being selfish, for their one- track minds. He gritted his teeth, finding her stiffened in his arms.   Her breasts came into firm contact with his chest developing warmth and going into her blood.  She was also aware of the way, in which her breasts had flattened against his chest, their body firmly cemented to each other.

 

She: (To herself :) “Oh God! Save me this time!”

 

She was fed up with his insulting tone.   His words were ringing in her ears echoing like a thrown stone in calm pond waters.   Her restraint got washed away against a powerful current of wild sensations.    Her body refused to obey her orders. She was too exhausted to do anything. The resistance was transformed into a strong feeling of response to his wild erotic gestures.  Desire stabbed her body like a knife. He presumed likewise.  She felt his mouth moving over hers.  He held her so tight that there was no space for air left in between them. Bodies met inch to inch, thigh to thigh, hip with the hip, stomach with stomach.  Her breasts were pressed to his chest experiencing a new pleasure and surprise.  Volumes have been devoted to love the process of love and all that stuff.   But there is no such man narrated who deeply truly loves a woman as she is. 

 

 

 

 

Such a man deeply hungrily persistently and passionately enjoys her in all her characteristics.  She longed for a man who loved her not merely from the point of view of sex, but from all her aspects. She felt. He may be called the Real man who has not been acknowledged as such till now.

 

The female in turn expects a lot in lieu of her body.  She expects security, protection, maintenance, happiness, children, faithfulness, and what not. She has her dreams of a happy married life come true finding the right man.

She has been dreaming of this day to find the right man for her.  When a man makes love, it should look that she was given a marvelous birthday party. She should feel so good about herself for quite a long time.  Just like a real girl.  He had positioned his head.   Sensuously he went on kissing her, so fiercely that his mouth was of a savage beast ready to devour her all alive.  The teeth nibbled her lip, parted it and his tongue was moving in her mouth at savage speed in search of her tongue for an endless play.  She shivered.

 

The arms tightened around her.  He pulled her closer and closer, tighter and tighter.   She felt she would break into two at last.  Real girls are hard to find.  There are more imitation jewels than original real jewels in this world.  A real girl is no more than five feet five, wore a 36” bra and knew how to talk to boys from the day she was born and had never hit a ball with a bat. 

 

 

 

 

On the other hand the man is restless, interested in short term adventures, no commitments; he wants everything for free from point of view of lasting relations. There is a beginning, middle but no end.

He is not interested in commitment relationships and unique inter-personal bond.  He does not make promise even for the next day night.  The girls refuse to believe what they hear.  They believe in theory ‘hope springs eternal and all that fuss.  The thing is that a man loves a woman who is beyond his standard.

 

He has to therefore create false stories about him, and happen to be near them by sheer maneuvering and treachery.  They are the persons who truly did not like females.  On the other hand the female strives to catch a man who would give anything to be cuddly, kissable, cosseted, huggable, a tease, a pinch, and adorable all together in one.    The man likes them all, the thin lanky ones, the tough ones who make a show of being tough freely distributing samples of vulgarity to show off, though it shocked no one but them only.  In girls also there exists the sad lot of twenty- four who looks upon the twenty fifth, birthday as the end of the world. She felt. At the same time, a man wants to enjoy a girl in her place, smelling of girl’s smell, atmosphere of female dwelling, sniffing around in search of left over things all over the place. We see discarded robes, underwear lying on the floor, wet towels hung over the tub-stands etc, waste-baskets overflowing with tissues, sink tops littered with half used lipsticks eye-shadow brushes, etc.

All evidence of female occupancy should exist there. It need not reflect a solid leathery masculine atmosphere.

 

 

 

 

 

Everything should be feminine.

He wants to see her in her normal way, to capture her mood when she was not aware, when she was feeling most of herself as a woman, for example she was cooking an omelet or she was in her reverie after a hefty dinner or that moment, when she was alone in the house undressing absorbed in her own thoughts. As against this, appetite for the new is a sure sign of the female principle.

They are never content with what they have.  They are on a look out for still better and better.   On the part of the men, they want short- term enjoyment, an escape from family society. Such fellows are never in love.  They are free lancers. They seek an adventure. One more peak of the hill had to be scaled.

They love women generically as a group, a species, no individual ones, no life partners.  One man with one woman for life is exhausting and boring to death.  Nature never meant to tie down in matrimony one man with one woman for whole of life.  It is preposterous.  It has given birth to all sorts of underhand vices of all types including extra-marital feuds, promiscuity and debauchery and the number of illegitimate children was on an increase. It has given rise to number of abortions.   It has resulted into murders arranged accidents. 

 

She felt his nostrils nuzzle under her jaw.   The short breaths from him felt hot and dry against her skin.  Had her struggles were genuine, he would have stopped. They were not. Her weak protests and uncertain ways she displayed revealed that she was enjoying the game.

Hardness of his hips grounded her soft hips.  She blamed herself for everything. Right or wrong, he wanted her all by himself whatever be the consequences. 

 

 

He wanted to plunge himself so deep into her that he might get lost within her forever. He wanted himself absorbed in her.

The scent of him had fogged her senses.   Her throat went dry. She was aware of the man reclined idly by her side waiting for some movement from her. His heat warmed her flesh. She needed distance. If she stayed on the bed longer she might surrender to the bait he had laid.  

He thought his heart might truly stop.  He just lay waiting fondly looking at her.  Her hair looked in thirty different colors today.  He was stunned at the intensity of his emotions for her. His brain struggled to make any logic out of his feelings.  He considered himself above such temptation and he was stubborn enough to be affected by mere beauty in a girl.  He expected beauty and looked past it for a person.  He now felt he wanted to spend his life to understand what made her face so significant and lively.  Her eyes spelled meaning beyond meaning.   Her lips were so molded that his fingers ached to touch them and find out the mystery of being so lovely.  Her smile was maddening much more powerful than a piercing arrow, going straight to the heart.  Something in the way her bones lay under her skin told him he could never deserve to possess her.  Though she was so perfectly near him yet she was far off. 

The reverie was interrupted. She moved.

She jumped to escape.

She heard her voices coming through the window. As if, she was overpowered by some divine strength or as if an electric current, had touched, she got up, and, hit him on his face, kicked him real hard between his legs. A cry of pain was heard and he doubled up on his side. She jumped out of the bed. She fumbled for her dress and was buttoning the buttons in the holes.  She heard noises from the street quite close by.

 

 

She rushed to the door, hastily opened it, and without caring for the bike, ran off, to them. She jumped and sat double on the friend’s bike. They were off and unseen within minutes. Some people had reasons to grow up overnight.  She had grown up overnight.  She was still shivering in her boots.

 

On his part, he did not know what happened in a moment, Surprise registered on his face. He shifted from his lame position to hurry himself to the window, wondering about her disappearance. He caught a lingering whiff of her perfume that reminded him that he had a long way to go to get her. He had to reconsider his vulgar businesslike approach.  He wanted to go to the window. He stumbled. He with efforts staggered himself to the window. He saw a glimpse of about three to four cycle-riders passing away at good speed.  He glanced at his watch with irritation.  It was hardly four in the evening.  He had wanted to make a clean breast of everything with her today.  He wanted to be sure about her feelings for her.   No use hanging around on false hopes.  There was a bond between the two. It was not acknowledged.  It did exist there.

They were not ready to admit about it. He felt he had not well treated her. He should have been patient with her.   He decided he would go to her and ask for her forgiveness.   Of course it did not help him to be rude with her.  He was selfish. Love begets love.   He had a lot to learn. He deserved today’s fate.  Had he been a little tactful, things would have been different. 

 

Her friend asked her what had taken place.  The friend also asked how they would retrieve the bike.  She did not speak. It looked as if she was stunned. Her friend felt that something terrible had happened.

 

 

 

The friend thought better not to pursue further talk looking to her straight face.  She was quite jolted by the turn of the day’s events. The friend felt so. She gripped the handle bar of the bike tight.  Her gaze was fixed on the road, her eyes glazed by her troubles, not believing, how all this could happen to her.

 

On his part, the bird had escaped. He wanted to resume his foundry work. Her mighty kick had made him helpless to do so. He felt. These days He sees the bike and remembers her. He felt. He hopes, someday she might come to retrieve the bike. He felt. Hope is eternal. Hope keeps him alive. Never lose hope.  He thought of taking advice of his friends. He had to learn how to handle such delicate matters.

 

AN ANALYSIS.

 

He proved stuff less tactless fellow. You cannot speak to her like you speak to a woman of easy virtue. Even she also demands utmost courtesy. He had almost won the battle.  He lost the game by his arrogant behavior. She was the gem. She was young. She was a class beauty. He lost it out of sheer foolishness. By sheer luck she stumbled at his doorstep in need of help. It was a heaven-sent opportunity that she asked him for help. She was exhausted tired from the strain and heat. Everything went well in the beginning to the middle of the episode. She was falling in line gradually. Her protests had been mild and made for the sake of making.  Her power of resistance was gradually fading. He became impatient. He lost his calm and cool. He could not continue the game a little longer. Had he been patient and silent she would have been in his hands by now.

 

 

He lost his calm. He did not continue the game the way it was going. He became impatient and made one wrong move. He ordered her to be ready to finish the task. That spoilt it.  She had almost lost all her power of resistance. It was a matter of time and a little patience on his part.  He lost her for a small mistake on his part.

 

There is no potent medicine in the world than company of a young female. There is no aphrodisiac in the world like a young fresh maiden. She has fresh juices. Such a female extends your life by ten years. The older you become; your frame craves for company of a young female. Her electric current passes into you. Her youth channels into your frame. It prompts you with energy, enthusiasm of a youth to perform rigorously all so sweet and so satisfying job of cohabiting with the maiden. Her company is marvelous. Beware! It is a double-edged sword. It may repair you also. It may ruin you also. She can torture you till you die. Do not take it to your heart. It is a game. It is a game of wits.

Both teams are rival teams. One has to win. If you are not careful it is your funeral. Nature’s wonderful gift to the man is his machine. In a girl, we have got Heaven on Earth. The trick is in the magic box she has between her legs. It is hell when your machine can not march in the gate of Heaven for one reason or the other. It is the highest summit of life. If you could not scale it, she eats you out alive. She respects you if you scale her summit. She can make a skeleton out of you if she so desires. Remember you both are rival teams. There is no mercy. There is no excuse. You have to win your war. It is an art.  All sorts of medicines have been invented to invigorate the machine.

Nature has placed man’s greatest pleasure in the body of a woman. Her private parts blind him.

Similarly nature has placed a woman’s greatest pleasure in a man’s body. His private parts blind her.  Both are complimentary of each other.  Man’s body is a gem to a woman. She likes to play with it, keep her head on his shoulder and sleep.

Both are incomplete, until the private part of a woman is penetrated by a man’s instrument. Likewise, the man’s organ knows no rest and feel quiet until it entered that of a female. Opposite poles attract.  It is a mutual operation. There takes place between the two a race to overpower the other.

 

Someone has remarked:

 

“Women are the fields. Go upon you field as you like.  But before that do some good deed. for the sake of your soul.  Fear the God. Be mindful of the day when you shall be in his presence.”

 

God has gifted her with eyes that inspire love.

Their eye-lashes are provided to bewitch you.

 

Mind you.  If you are not strong and rich,

You will get nothing from a woman.  Laila was a poetess.

 

In the ancient times there was no Viagra. There were experts to prepare stimulant medicines. Vital parts of the body of lion tiger leopard etc were dried crushed and reduced in powder form. It was administered under expert’s supervision by mixing it with honey. Certain vegetable plants also have aphrodisiac properties. Certain green vegetable, pulses possess such a quality.  Green garlic green onion ginger beans are highly aphrodisiac if taken under expert’s advice.

You have to conquer her; she will see you with new respect. Do not show her your machine. It is your sword. Take care of it. Do not be hasty. Keep calm. Keep cool. She will take the next step.  The ancient alchemists used to burn gold diamonds reduce them in the form of ash.  It cured persons of impotency by taking this medicine. It is a costly game. For us hard work is the best aphrodisiac. A healthy body is an ornament. Do not waste it. Preserve it. It is your treasure. You will realize this golden advice, as time will pass by. You are what you eat. Your views, your thinking your actions your temperament, your manners your culture your life is based on the type and quality of food you eat.

You should eat simple yet quality food. Your food should consist of fruits fruit juice dry fruits palm dates green vegetables and good quality bread rice milk butter green peas pulses etc. As far as possible you should avoid spicy hot food fried items and meat.  Aforesaid items are heavy to digest. They cause strain to the digesting system. As far as possible food should be consumed in moderation. You are your own doctor.  You have to  fix the intake of food as you need. In order to maintain a healthy body everything you should have in moderation. Liquor drugs smoking should be avoided.

 

 

 

 

You should take rest sleep in moderation. You should do regular few miles walk, regular exercise and play tennis golf billiards etc. as per your liking. Swimming is a good exercise. You should keep your body trim and straight. You should use skin lotions to keep the skin smooth and glowing. A healthy body is what every one hankers after.

 

You have to exercise proper care for the maintenance of your body. You have to abstain from all vices and live a moderate controlled disciplined life. That is the way to be healthy wealthy and wise. Your frame, your figure the way you walk the way you talk, smile everything about you has a terrible effect on her. She enjoys watching your movements your expressions etc.

Your machine is your strong point. She views it as something divine-a God’s Gift. She views it as something supernatural. She is awed by its power to give a gift of a life in her.   She respects it. She is virtually afraid of it. So know your power. To make you disarmed, she plays with the machine and robs you of your power over her. She is now your equal and can match you and your wits- in anything. She has an upper hand. She takes care to disarm you beforehand by any means, fair or foul- everything is possible to win the war. Everything is fair in love and war. So know this eternal truth. Nobody will say this Universal Truth. All keep such secrets to themselves. None will let them out. So learn it by heart. Take proper care of it. Massage it with good quality oil. Keep it washed and cleaned. Keep the mind occupied in good thoughts. Do not imagine naked female scenes in your mind. Do not see view nude poses of females. Do not read vulgar pornographic reading material.

 

 

 

Do not sit with friends and cut vulgar jokes rather avoid vulgar talks? Do not caress it when you are asleep. It gives you wet dreams and spoils everything you have achieved and accumulated. It is strength that you are wasting. Once it has come out you feel tired and exhausted and consumed. It is all you have got. Keep it. Don’t lose it.  

Please preserve it. Be careful with it. It is something very unique, precious beyond our imagination. Since maidenhood she is hankering for your Contact. When it pours into her she feels as if a dam is burst inside her. Your concentrate is so vibrant strong hot, potent fire like that it spreads in all particles of her body reaches up to her neck and nose. She can smell it feel it. Do not undervalue the potency of your juice that gives birth to a new life in her. Keep it up. Do not waste it. Preserve it.  The females know that they have an upper hand in this aspect. They have come to know. They are indispensable. Their Mothers, grand mothers have taught her this secret. The senior ladies describe their tales of conquests for benefit of all young girls. There is no substitute for them. They therefore play on your nerves. More your anxiety to get her, more you have to devote your efforts to get her. Therefore take her without allowing her to realize her importance. Take it in a normal and natural way as if it was normal and natural act you were performing. They pose that they are hard to get. You have to penetrate through and through this myth they are carrying. Then everything is easy.

 

 

 

 

 Hehad a sort of an animal type of grace that attracted the ladies despite their unwillingness to involve in any relationship.  He had a seductive youthfulness.   He was a flatterer.  He had the inborn quality to make out tales after tales

which the ladies liked to hear him narrate again and again. 

calculated with mathematical precision and his every smile wink handshake were well rehearsed.  He had the neck to find out the families who would be useful. 

as if she intended to reveal a secret. 

It moved down her back.  She felt it went still deeper. She had a jittering of her body unknown to her.  It came with an intensity which she never knew it was possible.   It had lasted about a minute. It was total.