chachaji milked mom(collected from net)

[Bondjamesbond707]

As I roamed with Harpal on the back lanes of the house and met passersby (my neighbors) and chatted with them, I could not completely write off the size of my petticoat which Haria stitched for me from my mind. After half an hour or so I came back, more so as today was tuition day also. I made the baby lay on the cot and arranged the room for Rampal and Chacha-ji.

Just then Chacha-ji descended.

Chacha-ji: Beti... before Ram comes in... I feel I should say a sorry to you...

Me: S-o-r-r-y... Kis liye Chacha-ji? What for? (I was naturally surprised)

Chacha-ji: Beti... jo pareshani huyi tumhe ye measurement-weasuremnet ke chakkar mei... its not that ke I did not feel it...I mean... I apologize to you... for my servant’s misbehavior.

I was definitely not expecting this from the elderly landlord.

Me: Arre nehi nehi Chacha-ji... ye aap kya keh rahe hain...

Chacha-ji: Dekho Beti... you also know that while giving measurement to a male tailor you have to make some compromise... I mean... for that matter every woman has to... you know... yaha waha choona, daba dena, ityadi... ye sab to hota hi hai...kahi kam... kahi zyada... par... I mean Beti... Haria kuch ek time mere khayal se kuch zyada hi...

Me: Are Chacha-ji... aap bhi naa! After all Haria is a servant and comes from a low class... so I mean you cannot expect...

Chacha-ji: True... true... that’s right!

Me: Its okay Chacha-ji... you don’t have to say sorry for that to me... please!

Chacha-ji: Sukriya Beti... I knew you will understand... dekho... ye Haria jaise log comes from low class and has no culture... and getting an opportunity to touch you... err... I mean... an item like you (stressing the last few words) from such close quarters taking you blouse measurement ... is like... is like a dream come true for him!

My face naturally turned slightly red and in natural shyness I looked down hearing Chacha-ji’s comment – “an item like you”.

Chacha-hi: Anyway... its good that you realized that and did not misunderstand me.

I just smiled and nodded.

Chacha-ji: Par Beti... I must underline you again that your focus should not drift! All these burdens that you are taking... is for your son... never forget that!

I again nodded.

Chacha-ji: A little compromise here and there should not demotivate you from your core objective... you must respect Ram’s young age and ensure to satisfy Ram’s inquisitiveness and passion to know more about a woman.

Me: Ji Chacha-ji... sukriya ye baat bar bar yaad dilane ke liye... ab to dheere dheere ye mere dimaag mei baith ja raha hai...

Chacha-ji: Good... that’s what is needed and don’t think that I am repeating this again and again for my own interest! Not for me Beti! Ye sirf tumhare jawan bête ke liye... kyon ki aage jaake ho sakta hai Ram ke liye tumhe kuch aur compromise karna pade... I am just keeping your mind prepared for that...

Me: Hmm... main samajh sakti hoon... I will do anything for my son’s good Chacha-ji.

Chacha-ji: Great! That’s a responsible mom speaking!

Chacha-ji: Aaah.... (He took his seat now)

I was standing in front of him. He noted at my plump structure covered in my tight-fitting salwar-kameez and then continued.

Chacha-ji: Beti... you must keep a tab on Ram’s friend list... he should not get friendly to boys who are older than him...

Me: Ji... ji... they can easily drag my Ram into wrong things...

Chacha-ji: Exactly Beti... they can give him cigarettes to smoke, they may take him to watch adult movies, they may also give him cheap pornographic books, and may ultimately persuade him to go to a prostitute’s place.... you know!

Me: Oh no! (I closed my eyes momentarily) Ye to mai soch bhi nehi sakti!

Chacha-ji: Beti....ye agar tum na chahti ho to... you have to keep your eyes open and abide by my guidelines... to safeguard Ram.

Me: I will Chacha-ji... I will! (I said very emphatically.)

Chacha-ji: Good! Look Beti... you have started giving Ram the food he is looking for... Right? You have started exposing by wearing your sari well below your navel....

Me: Ji.

Chacha-ji: You are now confidently breastfeeding your baby in front of Ram so that he can get an ample view of your breasts... Right?

Me (my face turning crimson): Ji... (my voice was also low in natural shyness)

Chacha-ji: And you yourself stated that the hugs from your son are getting more amorous... right?

I felt very embarrassed now in front of Chacha-ji and just nodded looking down at the floor. My breathing was also naturally a shade faster too which reflected through my tight clothing.

Chacha-ji: ...which in a way proves that you are on the right track beti! Now if you can advance things we can keep Ram focussed. Right?

Chacha-ji: Ji.