Adultery My dairies

[Ram Prasad]

The events in my diaries begin with the first event of any sexual relevance way back in 2004, when I was in Class 9 and all of 14 years.
This recollection is of Sruthi Hassan, a resident of my suburb, who also happened to be a friend’s second cousin. My encounters with Sruthi were more of the adolescent craze of eve-teasing type, which assumed alarming proportions by my own standards. It became more of an obsession until I forced myself to quit stalking her when I realized that she was a friend’s cousin.
She must have been 18 then and I, 14. She was fair, tall, reasonably well built, not the skinny type, and very well endowed for her age. She had large breasts for her frame, definitely a D-cup, and they were soft, and I could vouch for it. She had long hair until her waist, which she would tie into a double ponytail.
I had stalked her for some time and I knew her movements exactly to the dot. She would move out of her house around 5.00 pm for the market which was about a kilometer away. She would accompany her mother and her younger sister, Akshara Hassan, who was equally a stunner, but I would have preferred  over Sruthi given a choice.