25-11-2019, 06:28 PM
Prabu had left for Chennai but I only went around with my mind full of confusion. To ease my mental turmoil I sought the sanctuary of ‘Lord Shiva’. The temple gave me calmness, my thinking cleared.
“Chche what type of man I am. In case Prabu had bought the flowers for Meera and Meera had adorned it in her hair, what is wrong in that?” He could have bought it for her for her birthday. If he had bought it with wrong intentions, or if Meera had taken it from him with wrong intentions then why would she have worn it in front of me? She would have tried to hide it. Why am I thinking like this, I scolded myself. Why did I subject myself to these unnecessary confusion I thought to myself in distress. Who am I suspecting… Meera who stood by me in all my hardships….?”
I went to my shop and told my assistant to look after the shop as I was leaving early. I went straight back to my home. She was surprised to see me back home by 11 in the morning. Before she could say anything I covered her lips with mine. I carried her straight to my bed. It has been years since Meera and I had made love in the daytime. Meera is not an aggressive lover. Like her nature she was very patient and calm, but today I was like an animal in bed. In a few seconds Meera clothes were on the floor. My beautiful Meera’s body was there on the bed for my eyes to feast on. My furious pace made her gasp. My beautiful treasure enjoyed the joy given by my manhood with eyes swooning. After our bodies had joined together two times I rested with my face buried between her breasts. With her fingers entwined in my hair as she lovingly caressed my hair she asked me, “What happened to my boy today?” My kiss was my only reply to her. After that Meera took her bath and went to prepare food for me. I too went and took my bath after that. After having my lunch I gave her a deep long kiss before going back to my shop. My mind had become clear. I was floating in happiness.
After four days had passed I took my shop’s keys and returned home around 7 in the evening. When I looked at Meera I was stunned. She was wearing the georgette sari that Prabhu had bought for her birthday. She shined like an angel. Her hair full of pink jasmine. How gorgeous my Meera looked. Half moon forehead, curly hair, two strands of hair curling near her ears. Her earrings dancing gently as she moves .. even an atheist would start believing in god on seeing that. When her eyelids flutter like butterfly wings even time would stop still. What eyes she has. Like looking into a broad deep sea, causing un describable emotions to arise in you. How many different feelings those eyes can give. When feelings of lust there was one type of look, another when she looked with love and yet another look when eyes are mystic. Another when she was swooning. No poetry could describe all the emotions her eyes evokes.
Then again her beautiful nose. How can there be words to describe it. Symmetrical, sharp and just the right size. There proudly stands her nose stud. Proud to have found a place there. All those always mesmerizes me further. Like how the arrow suits the bow, how the moon suits the sky, the fragrance suits the flower, her lips were made with perfect symmetry. The thick lower lips matching the slightly thinner upper lip. They were smooth like the petals of a rose, succulent like the soft flesh of the orange. Lips whose taste reminds one of mountain honey. Below that long slender neck leading to the starting of ample softness that had held my head in rest for so many nights. How something can be both firm and soft at the same time like her beautiful breasts is a mystery. How such slim waist could bear the weight of her bountiful bosom .. but then a small stem is able to bear the weight of the lotus flower so there is no wonder in it. From that broadness to the slimness of her waist. Bramma must have been inspired when he made her. Her small buttonhole on her silky stomach would make me forget all my troubles. Again from the smallness of her waist to the broadness of her bottom. Why is that? Hmm yes those twin matching globes that would mesmerise any man. Yes, this beautiful goddess ruled my life.
I suddenly noticed something as I took my key and turned around. What is that cover. I took it in my hand. There was a bank passbook. The name on the passbook was Prabu. I could see Meera’s shadow beside me.
“I say, he had come and he must have forgotton and left his bank passbook,” she said.
“Who?” I asked.
“Prabu,” she replied.
“Has he come back from Chennai?”
“mmm… he came here to see you.”
I felt this was ridiculous. He knows I would always be in the shop. Why would he come here to see me? I started my bike and left the place. Again all the mental turmoil came flooding back. The words Prabu had said sometime ago was ringing in my ear.
“When a woman stands adorning pink jasmine on her hair… hmm oh god … Saravana I will only buy pink jasmine for my wife.”
He had come back from out of town but I did not know about it. He had gone straight away to my house. Meera was wearing the sari bought by him and she had adorned pink jasmine on her hair. Who had bought that pink jasmine? Meera usually buys the normal round jasmine from the flower woman. On top of that she did not inform me about Prabu coming there till I found out. My heart was racing faster than my bike. Suddenly I saw her. The woman who sells flowers to my wife at home. I stopped the bike by the roadside.
“Hello, have you not delivered flowers to my home?”
“No saar, my husband was not feeling well for two days and I did not go out to sell flowers. Tell madam I will deliver flowers tomorrow.”
I could feel the palms of my hand sweating. I could not concentrate on my job in the shop. I called my assistant.
“I’m not feeling well, I’m going home,” I said.
“Yes boss, your face looks very pale. You go ahead saar, after closing the shop I will come home and give you the keys and the accounts for the day.”
When I reached home the children were having dinner after coming home from tuition. Meera was making dosa for them. When she saw me she asked,” shall I make some for you?”
“I don’t want it .. will see later. Okay, it seems that you are now mostly wearing pink jasmine on your hair?”
As she was turned around making dosa she was silent for awhile. I could see her standing frozen, then, “what can I do, the flower lady is only bringing pink jasmine nowadays.”
I felt like someone had lashed me with a whip. She has started lying .. she is doing something very wrong .. my eyes watered with tears. Meera’s face looked like she was in fear. I ate the two dosas she made for me with great difficulty. Even in the morning Meera’s face was still not normal. It looked like she was in some anxiety. She avoided looking at me. I kept silent. After that Prabu did not come to see me nor did he come to my house. Meera must have told him something.
“Chche what type of man I am. In case Prabu had bought the flowers for Meera and Meera had adorned it in her hair, what is wrong in that?” He could have bought it for her for her birthday. If he had bought it with wrong intentions, or if Meera had taken it from him with wrong intentions then why would she have worn it in front of me? She would have tried to hide it. Why am I thinking like this, I scolded myself. Why did I subject myself to these unnecessary confusion I thought to myself in distress. Who am I suspecting… Meera who stood by me in all my hardships….?”
I went to my shop and told my assistant to look after the shop as I was leaving early. I went straight back to my home. She was surprised to see me back home by 11 in the morning. Before she could say anything I covered her lips with mine. I carried her straight to my bed. It has been years since Meera and I had made love in the daytime. Meera is not an aggressive lover. Like her nature she was very patient and calm, but today I was like an animal in bed. In a few seconds Meera clothes were on the floor. My beautiful Meera’s body was there on the bed for my eyes to feast on. My furious pace made her gasp. My beautiful treasure enjoyed the joy given by my manhood with eyes swooning. After our bodies had joined together two times I rested with my face buried between her breasts. With her fingers entwined in my hair as she lovingly caressed my hair she asked me, “What happened to my boy today?” My kiss was my only reply to her. After that Meera took her bath and went to prepare food for me. I too went and took my bath after that. After having my lunch I gave her a deep long kiss before going back to my shop. My mind had become clear. I was floating in happiness.
After four days had passed I took my shop’s keys and returned home around 7 in the evening. When I looked at Meera I was stunned. She was wearing the georgette sari that Prabhu had bought for her birthday. She shined like an angel. Her hair full of pink jasmine. How gorgeous my Meera looked. Half moon forehead, curly hair, two strands of hair curling near her ears. Her earrings dancing gently as she moves .. even an atheist would start believing in god on seeing that. When her eyelids flutter like butterfly wings even time would stop still. What eyes she has. Like looking into a broad deep sea, causing un describable emotions to arise in you. How many different feelings those eyes can give. When feelings of lust there was one type of look, another when she looked with love and yet another look when eyes are mystic. Another when she was swooning. No poetry could describe all the emotions her eyes evokes.
Then again her beautiful nose. How can there be words to describe it. Symmetrical, sharp and just the right size. There proudly stands her nose stud. Proud to have found a place there. All those always mesmerizes me further. Like how the arrow suits the bow, how the moon suits the sky, the fragrance suits the flower, her lips were made with perfect symmetry. The thick lower lips matching the slightly thinner upper lip. They were smooth like the petals of a rose, succulent like the soft flesh of the orange. Lips whose taste reminds one of mountain honey. Below that long slender neck leading to the starting of ample softness that had held my head in rest for so many nights. How something can be both firm and soft at the same time like her beautiful breasts is a mystery. How such slim waist could bear the weight of her bountiful bosom .. but then a small stem is able to bear the weight of the lotus flower so there is no wonder in it. From that broadness to the slimness of her waist. Bramma must have been inspired when he made her. Her small buttonhole on her silky stomach would make me forget all my troubles. Again from the smallness of her waist to the broadness of her bottom. Why is that? Hmm yes those twin matching globes that would mesmerise any man. Yes, this beautiful goddess ruled my life.
I suddenly noticed something as I took my key and turned around. What is that cover. I took it in my hand. There was a bank passbook. The name on the passbook was Prabu. I could see Meera’s shadow beside me.
“I say, he had come and he must have forgotton and left his bank passbook,” she said.
“Who?” I asked.
“Prabu,” she replied.
“Has he come back from Chennai?”
“mmm… he came here to see you.”
I felt this was ridiculous. He knows I would always be in the shop. Why would he come here to see me? I started my bike and left the place. Again all the mental turmoil came flooding back. The words Prabu had said sometime ago was ringing in my ear.
“When a woman stands adorning pink jasmine on her hair… hmm oh god … Saravana I will only buy pink jasmine for my wife.”
He had come back from out of town but I did not know about it. He had gone straight away to my house. Meera was wearing the sari bought by him and she had adorned pink jasmine on her hair. Who had bought that pink jasmine? Meera usually buys the normal round jasmine from the flower woman. On top of that she did not inform me about Prabu coming there till I found out. My heart was racing faster than my bike. Suddenly I saw her. The woman who sells flowers to my wife at home. I stopped the bike by the roadside.
“Hello, have you not delivered flowers to my home?”
“No saar, my husband was not feeling well for two days and I did not go out to sell flowers. Tell madam I will deliver flowers tomorrow.”
I could feel the palms of my hand sweating. I could not concentrate on my job in the shop. I called my assistant.
“I’m not feeling well, I’m going home,” I said.
“Yes boss, your face looks very pale. You go ahead saar, after closing the shop I will come home and give you the keys and the accounts for the day.”
When I reached home the children were having dinner after coming home from tuition. Meera was making dosa for them. When she saw me she asked,” shall I make some for you?”
“I don’t want it .. will see later. Okay, it seems that you are now mostly wearing pink jasmine on your hair?”
As she was turned around making dosa she was silent for awhile. I could see her standing frozen, then, “what can I do, the flower lady is only bringing pink jasmine nowadays.”
I felt like someone had lashed me with a whip. She has started lying .. she is doing something very wrong .. my eyes watered with tears. Meera’s face looked like she was in fear. I ate the two dosas she made for me with great difficulty. Even in the morning Meera’s face was still not normal. It looked like she was in some anxiety. She avoided looking at me. I kept silent. After that Prabu did not come to see me nor did he come to my house. Meera must have told him something.
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