Adultery Kalpana : The Nair Studio **

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I turned and was about to walk inside the house. The boy was still staring at my butt absently when I glanced up across the street. Recovering quickly, he muttered a ‘good morning aunty’. Their family has newly moved in to our neighbourhood. I waved at him and moved inside and closed the door. I was siphoning my thoughts regarding the trip, back to the upper layers of my brain. It was true that this was the first trip in years that we had time for ourselves just Ravi and I, after the birth of neha. Since she has grown up now, we let her stay at my sister’s and took off. We both had a wonderful time. It was like our second honeymoon. Those were the snaps my hubby was talking about and the mere thought of the snaps brought in me the rushing memories of our trip. Suddenly, I became restless and wanted to see those snaps immediately to relive ‘those’ moments. The thought of heating the water and taking a shower somehow seemed to be the last thing I wanted to be doing right now. I found myself, in dreamy state due to my thoughts about the trip. Since the studio was just down the street and the temptation to see the snaps was growing exponentially by the second, I decided to collect the snaps before doing anything else. I quickly changed ran to the bathroom and changed into the saree that I wore last evening and applied some perfume to my dirty armpits before getting myself into the dirty blouse from the previous evening. I was telling to myself, ‘Just a few more minutes…. And that’s all’. I then spent a couple of minutes on my shoulder length hair jet black conditioned silky hair, bunched it up and tied it tight as a bun. Off I left the house to the studio grabbing my purse along. I was in such a buoyant mood that while I was walking in the busy street, even the vehicular noise seemed to have a pattern and my brain was perching musical notes from the next to nothing undesirable sounds. It was a good 5 minutes walk in the already scorching sun and by the time reached the studio I was perspiring again at my armpits and forehead due to heat. Perhaps, it was a good choice to tie the hair as a bun as otherwise normally the neck region behind my hair gets all sweaty. This hair style (??) allows access to whatever little cool breeze that is generated during the hot day to inspect my neckline. I pulled out the pallu tucked at my waist to wipe my forehead and noticed through my coolers the person on the opposite side of the road taking a generous peek. Because of my forehead-wiping act, my left boob and the wide expanse of my hip region resembling a whirlpool with my deep navel at the centre popped into his view. That familiar tinge of excitement rushed in me … and I acted as if I hadn’t noticed him and let my pallu back to position casually. At my then state of mind the stranger stealing glances at my body excited me quite a bit. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have worn a bra??’ while I headed for the shop.