30-12-2022, 03:33 AM
In the evening, I was free and decided to go to the temple, not just to pray to God that this one day thing with Chandru should end up well, but also to get help from the Temple Priest’s wife to find me a good tailor. Ever since I moved to Hyderabad from a small village in Tamil Nadu, I could barely make friends outside our Military Quarters, as it was a '. Dominated area and I could barely speak a word in Urdu or Hindi. The only person outside our Military Quarters I speak to, I discuss things with, I ask help from, was Jaya, the wife of a Ganesha Temple Priest. Jaya and I got along really well, because we both were Tamil girls I guess, I don’t know. We started with just gossiping, then started talking about all the affairs the heroines had with others, then moved on to sharing our crazy encounters with strangers, and then sharing things about the guys we were crazy about us and enjoying the feeling of them lusting after us. When Jaya shared with me about how she teased a local wealthy Marble Quarry owner who had come to visit their temple, and how he went crazy looking at her navel and boobs in her blouse and kept on visiting the temple regularly just to check her out and how she was teasing him up nicely every time he came; I started sharing about my Chandru, how he has been crazy about me and how I have been teasing him. Jaya and I became very good friends.