Misc. Erotica ...And My Mother doesn't Remain Ours

[Henry]

Great. Keep writing friend. Please maintain consistency. If this is how the story progresses I like it very much, then I can sometimes draw pictures to go along with its updates.

[garamrohan]

Wow...!

That's really great writing, bro. And, the map too is helping a lot here. I, personally, loved the story so far.

Waiting for more.

Damn... Thanks a lot dear. It means a lot.

There are many characters here and that is going to build good tension soon. You will enjoy.

[garamrohan]

well we need kha..kha..khana too! update

Lol bro... Its in preparation now and will be served soon. 

Your eagerness is almost snatching it away from me with impatient.

Keep reading and commenting

[garamrohan]

Great. Keep writing friend. Please maintain consistency. If this is how the story progresses I like it very much, then I can sometimes draw pictures to go along with its updates.

Dear Henry. So generous of you to put your efforts. We would definitely like to see your imagination as the plot matures. Thanks a lot for your supporting comments

[xfirefox]

ab toh hosh aa gaya hoga Madhurima ko

[The_Writer]

ab toh hosh aa gaya hoga Madhurima ko

Agar aisa ho gaya to pahla Khana is story ka Writer hi khayega. LOL

[garamrohan]

Sorry guys. I will post update by tomorrow morning

[garamrohan]

The chemistry lecture was going on. It's been my favourite subject. But I had no attention whatsoever. My mind was occupied with Rambo-guy’s visit in the morning and the aftermath. While it might have not meant anything, as it was not uncommon to see some beggar at your door, the recognition for mummy that I saw in his eyes made me upset. So did seeing mummy’s collapse — physical, and even more severe mental one, so as to get nausea seeing the bloody abuser who looted her chastity the day before. 

He was definitely mentally challenged, naive and nihilist in attitude. And somehow I had a gut feeling that his misbehavior with mummy was an act in the moment of heat. It wasn’t like he had planned anything. So I was expecting no fixation, no further trouble for mummy. No trail of his existence was anticipated to be left over our lives. But it wasn’t so straightforward, It seemed.

Every time I was to see the Rambo-guy, I was to face the soul destroying uneasiness. And mummy’s position was to be worse — scars were not healed, she was just successfully covering her pain inside with a smiling face, no doubt, didi’s arrival had helped.

Shall I beat him up with the help of my friend? If we could make his life miserable and force him to leave the town, the burden on my chest, the constant worry for my mummy would have been dealt with. And of course, my friends would definitely enjoy beating shit out of that man. The problem was what reason to propose to them for this bullying activity. Of course, it would have been suspicious if I showed unreasonable aggression towards the man without valid reason. And the valid reason was gross to openly discuss.

After college I was returning home with a few of my friends. I was not to join them for practice today, as discussed in the morning, I was to accompany Jiju and Meenakshi di for the shopping. As we departed, my friends jumped the wall compound of the ground, waving me good bye. I was startled to see the Rambo-guy walking to us from the other side. My body shivered but I kept walking, showing as if I didn’t register him. But through the corner of my eyes I was observing his disgusting appearance.

His clothes were obviously dirty and torn at places. The denim jean especially, that must have been given to him by some altruist mind of the town, was stained by dirt and food. It was clear that he didn’t bathe regularly, let alone the rest of the grooming. His rough face had inches of spiky, irregular beard grown with a good mix of grey-black, hair was full of mess but he still had a strong physique. That's why at times he used to grab some money doing some heavy work in the market.

As he came near I gave a quick peek at him, and he was looking at me only. His eyes were cold, unaltered, but I got a gut feeling that he recognized me from the morning’s incident  even though his eyes were difficult to read. 

I passed him and only after walking significant steps I looked back. He walked in his own rhythm, hanging a sack at his back, not sure what all the stuff he had collected in it. Maybe I was right, he is mad and indifferent, the river situation was an accident, one in a million exceptions, and won’t repeat again, ever.

[xfirefox]

i think he's keeping the memento of all the trysts that he done in the past. i think he took madhurimas panty from the ghat incident.

i guess he's a recluse, just a vagabond but stupid he's not.

[xfirefox]

rohan is taking rambo too lightly, and i believe he just didn't walked to his home for food in the morning, i think he didn't anticipated so many people at that time. but whatever

[The_Writer]

Bhai, Kuch zyada Late nahi ho gaya??

[Henry]

I took this author very seriously. But I see he also came to as a tourist after a few days leave.
Strangely, those who start well or have a good writing hand are lost after writing two pages, but many writers continue to write a series of silly artless stories in an unskilled hand.

[Farz@123]

I took this author very seriously.  But I see he also came to as a tourist after a few days leave.
Strangely, those who start well or have a good writing hand are lost after writing two pages, but many writers continue to write a series of silly artless stories in an unskilled hand.

Sir why are not writing any story

[ray.rowdy]

I took this author very seriously.  But I see he also came to as a tourist after a few days leave.
Strangely, those who start well or have a good writing hand are lost after writing two pages, but many writers continue to write a series of silly artless stories in an unskilled hand.

Henry da, it seems this plot has fascinated you. So I have a request for you. Why do you not start writing on this, obviously with your own flavour ? You are a master of this art in Bengali while you take up a pen. We would be more than happy to see your new story, and the completion of your unfinished stories. They definitely deserve their rightful ending.

[xfirefox]

waiting