03-04-2019, 07:10 PM
"Blood is thicker than water, Thakur-saab. I really want Rudra to reconnect with his ancestors and his heritage."
"Good. Good. It's always nice to see my grandson, Rudra" But actually Thakur was more interested in his mother and he was ogling her openly. Which was not strange because most people still did ogle at the forty plus Santhali woman. But Ritu was less of a woman and more of a girl. Tall and dusky, with large limpid eyes, high cheeks, full lips and a finely chiselled jawline, she had that sultry look that would have all but the most stoic of men wetting themselves in their sleep..
"I thought that it would be nice if I could bring Rudra here for the Pujas. After all, this is where he belongs to even though he has been born and brought up in Bombay."
"Of course he is most welcome here ..." and then as an afterthought, or perhaps otherwise, "You too are more than welcome here. How I wish Raghu and his mother was here as well."
"We will not trouble you, Thakur-saab. We will quietly spend the Puja here and depart on Dashami ... along with the Goddess."
"No, no, no trouble at all." Thakur was all honey-and-sweetness. "Budhia, Chotu please arrange for our bahu-rani and my grandson to be accomodated in our very best guest room." Then turning to the mother-son duo, "Please take rest, you have had a long journey. We will have dinner together at around nine."
The guest room that had been alloted to them was huge - more of a suite than a room and divided into two parts in the shape of an L. The first part and closer to the door was a sitting area with a sofa set, a divan and low tables. The other leg of the L was occupied by a huge bed with an ornamental headboard placed against the wall. Scattered around the room were antique furniture - a ladies writing table, smaller chairs, cabinets, and a chest of drawers all arranged in a slightly haphazard fashion along the walls and giving the room a crowded, cluttered look. But what was most interesting in the room were the giant, ceiling high windows that looked out on the Topchanchi Lake and the Parasnath Hills behind it. The windows had big, heavy curtains that fell all the way from near the ceiling right down to the floor. When pulled apart, the view was fantastic otherwise both privacy and darkness were complete.
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"Good. Good. It's always nice to see my grandson, Rudra" But actually Thakur was more interested in his mother and he was ogling her openly. Which was not strange because most people still did ogle at the forty plus Santhali woman. But Ritu was less of a woman and more of a girl. Tall and dusky, with large limpid eyes, high cheeks, full lips and a finely chiselled jawline, she had that sultry look that would have all but the most stoic of men wetting themselves in their sleep..
"I thought that it would be nice if I could bring Rudra here for the Pujas. After all, this is where he belongs to even though he has been born and brought up in Bombay."
"Of course he is most welcome here ..." and then as an afterthought, or perhaps otherwise, "You too are more than welcome here. How I wish Raghu and his mother was here as well."
"We will not trouble you, Thakur-saab. We will quietly spend the Puja here and depart on Dashami ... along with the Goddess."
"No, no, no trouble at all." Thakur was all honey-and-sweetness. "Budhia, Chotu please arrange for our bahu-rani and my grandson to be accomodated in our very best guest room." Then turning to the mother-son duo, "Please take rest, you have had a long journey. We will have dinner together at around nine."
The guest room that had been alloted to them was huge - more of a suite than a room and divided into two parts in the shape of an L. The first part and closer to the door was a sitting area with a sofa set, a divan and low tables. The other leg of the L was occupied by a huge bed with an ornamental headboard placed against the wall. Scattered around the room were antique furniture - a ladies writing table, smaller chairs, cabinets, and a chest of drawers all arranged in a slightly haphazard fashion along the walls and giving the room a crowded, cluttered look. But what was most interesting in the room were the giant, ceiling high windows that looked out on the Topchanchi Lake and the Parasnath Hills behind it. The windows had big, heavy curtains that fell all the way from near the ceiling right down to the floor. When pulled apart, the view was fantastic otherwise both privacy and darkness were complete.
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