29-12-2018, 02:22 PM
The young woman Neetu's husband was a retired Brigadier (Brig. Kapoor). He could not get reservation with his wife. He had therefore to be inanother coach. Capt. Kumar, the young man with us, travelled alone. We introduced ourselves. We were all going to the same camp. The Captain was smart and charming. Before long Capt. Kumar and the young woman and four of us became good friends. The young Capt. Kumar was particularly attentive to the young lady. He changed his seat and sat by the side of the pretty damsel. Both of them started talking animatedly soon.
Obviously, the Capt. was paying special attention to the young woman Neetu. She appeared to enjoy it. Her body language hinted that she was amenable to Capt. Kumar's manly charms. She giggled at frequent intervals and very soon began tilting her head on his shoulders in a display of bonhomie. Capt. Kumar cracked jokes and talked of his experiences, which the young lady lapped up with delight.
Soon enough, it was clear that she was giving him all the right signals and welcomed his advances. This was a bit awkward for us. She was married and her behaviour was a bit odd. However, we got the answer soon enough when an older man with grey hair came, said hello to us all and began talking with the young woman Neetu. He could have been her father, elder brother or a senior relative. However, we were speechless, when she introduced him as her husband.
He was a retired Brigadier. He must be above sixty. He had lost his wife and married Neetu about a year ago. The Brigadier was three coaches away. Some of his ex-colleagues were with him for company. He inquired if she was comfortable in our company. She told him that she was ok. I knew that she was more than comfortable in the company of the young Captain. After some perfunctory talk, the Brigadier left.
Almost ten minutes later we had another ticket examiner asking us for our tickets. The Colonel was surprised. He said that our tickets were already checked by another ticket examiner. Now it was the ticket examiner's turn to be surprised. "Another ticket examiner?" He asked surprised. "There is no other ticket checker than me for these four coaches. I am sure it must be some impostor. I hope he did not take any money from you?" The ticket checker asked.
"No, he did not take any money and he returned our tickets after checking. He seemed to be a very nice fellow." Replied my wife. Anyway, we had lost nothing. We forgot about it soon after the TTE left.
Capt. Kumar and Neetu were back to sitting together and their animated talks, which after some time turned into whispers. I looked at my wife and Jyoti subtly pointing at the young pair who was trying to make out with each other. Sunita shrugged her shoulders and hinted to me to let them be and focus on our group.
The Colonel went to upper berth for trying to snatch some sleep. Sunita dozed off frequently falling on my chest or shoulders. Jyoti sat opposite me looking blankly at nothing in particular, outside the windows. The young pair of Capt. Kumar and Neetu were busy in talking. I felt a bit sleepy and fell into Sunita's lap for a while to steal a few winks.
I was jolted out of my nap by a nudge from my wife. I opened my eyes. The young pair was missing. I could hear Neetu's giggles some distance away in the corridor. Sunita said, "Look at the shameless woman. She is making out with the young lad, when her husband is only some coaches away."
The Colonel's wife Jyoti heard our talk and said in low voice, "Let them be. After all, you can't blame the young woman for flirting with that guy. I am sure, her husband also wouldn't mind it; if he were half a man. She is trying to get, what her husband perhaps cannot give her."
Sunita fell silent. She was deep in thought. I told her, "Jyoti is right. She is needy, she is not greedy. I hope you understand what I am saying." She nodded her head. I said, "Why blame them? Even though we have a compatible sex partner, we feel attracted to other's spouse or a handsome man or beautiful woman of opposite sex. In this young woman's case, she is married to a man almost twice her age. Their thoughts, fashions, emotions and hormones do not match." My wife nodded her head.
Jyoti smiled and said, "They are 'love birds' let us call them with that name." We all laughed and agreed with Jyoti.
Both Jyoti and my wife fell asleep. I was eager to know what the young pair was doing. I could not control my curiosity. I casually sauntered out of my seat as if going for loosening up my muscles. When I walked into the corridor, the pair was missing even from there. However, I could hear some sounds from the toilet. I pressed my ears to the toilet door; making sure that nobody was watching. I could hear the woman laughing and the young Captain pleading.
I could hear them smooching and the woman moaning out loud. I could also hear her saying , "No.. No... please.. Leave me now dear, maybe later.. Captain..." However, her no appeared more like "may be."
I remembered an age old saying that if a woman says "No", it means may be and if she says "May be" it means yes. But if she says "Yes", she is not Indian. I knocked on the door.
The door opened and the young lady tumbled out of the toilet, almost falling on me. She was red faced and blushing profusely. I caught her and prevented her from falling. She had her one hand trying to cover up her breasts. She quickly buttoned up her top. She had raised her saree probably to pull up her panty. She rearranged her saree. The young Capt. Kumar saw me. He moved away to make room for me to go into the toilet, thinking that I wanted to use the toilet. Neetu looked embarrassed and apologetic. I tapped her shoulders in a gesture to convey that it was ok.
I walked past Capt. Kumar almost brushing him and whispered in his ears, "There will be plenty of time and opportunities for all this. Please do not create any scene in the train." He could not look straight in my eyes. To reduce their embarrassment, I went into the toilet, letting both of them organize themselves and return to their seats.
When I returned, Neetu and Capt. Kumar were sitting separately as if they did not know each other. Jyoti and Sunita were talking and the Colonel was getting down from upper berth. I sat by the side of the young woman Neetu. She greeted me with a nod of her head. I started talking with her and learned a lot about their married life.
The financial condition of Neetu's father was not good. The Brigadier helped her family very much and when the Brigadier's wife died after prolonged illness, Netu's father fixed Neetu's marriage with the Brigadier. Neetu also agreed because of financial prosperity of the Brigadier and his help in the past. To Brigadier's credit, he gave full independence to Neetu. He never restrained Neetu from spending money or mixing with younger men. Rather he encouraged her. Perhaps he felt guilty for marrying girl less than half his age.
Neetu appeared to be quite happy with the marriage except, the sexual part. When she said, "I am happy with my husband almost in all respects." The word "almost" gave her away.
The night in the train was uneventful. We all slept well.
The train chugged to a halt at our destination station in the morning at about seven a.m. and all passengers began vacating the coaches. The Brigadier came to receive his wife. Capt. Kumar left unobtrusively.
The railway station was about 40 kilometres away from the camp site. The camp site was located in deep Himalayan forest on the bank of river Ganga. We had to reach the designated spot on our own by lunch time.
As soon as we came out, we saw a smiling camera man approaching the Colonel. He put flower garlands around our necks. He shook his hands with us and said, "Welcome." He then asked us to pose for a picture. We were pleased that the camp management had deputed photographers and a welcoming team to take pictures and welcome us. As soon as our pictures were taken, I looked around to see if other visitors were also being welcomed in this way. However, to my surprise, the cameraman was nowhere to be seen. Other visitors were running helter skelter to find transport to reach the destination. I asked the Colonel about this. He expressed his surprise at only us being felicitated.
I inquired for the cost of taxi to the camp site. Taxi drivers were quoting exhorbitant fares for the camp site, because they had to return empty. In that regard we proved to be lucky. A taxi driver came running when he saw us. He asked us if we wanted to go to the camp. When the Colonel said yes, he offered to take us at a small price, much less than half the price quoted by others. He said that he had to go near the camp site any way. He said that the camp was right on his way. Rather than going empty to his village, he would carry us and earn something. Otherwise, he said he was proposing to go empty. That was a wonderful surprise for us also.
Obviously, the Capt. was paying special attention to the young woman Neetu. She appeared to enjoy it. Her body language hinted that she was amenable to Capt. Kumar's manly charms. She giggled at frequent intervals and very soon began tilting her head on his shoulders in a display of bonhomie. Capt. Kumar cracked jokes and talked of his experiences, which the young lady lapped up with delight.
Soon enough, it was clear that she was giving him all the right signals and welcomed his advances. This was a bit awkward for us. She was married and her behaviour was a bit odd. However, we got the answer soon enough when an older man with grey hair came, said hello to us all and began talking with the young woman Neetu. He could have been her father, elder brother or a senior relative. However, we were speechless, when she introduced him as her husband.
He was a retired Brigadier. He must be above sixty. He had lost his wife and married Neetu about a year ago. The Brigadier was three coaches away. Some of his ex-colleagues were with him for company. He inquired if she was comfortable in our company. She told him that she was ok. I knew that she was more than comfortable in the company of the young Captain. After some perfunctory talk, the Brigadier left.
Almost ten minutes later we had another ticket examiner asking us for our tickets. The Colonel was surprised. He said that our tickets were already checked by another ticket examiner. Now it was the ticket examiner's turn to be surprised. "Another ticket examiner?" He asked surprised. "There is no other ticket checker than me for these four coaches. I am sure it must be some impostor. I hope he did not take any money from you?" The ticket checker asked.
"No, he did not take any money and he returned our tickets after checking. He seemed to be a very nice fellow." Replied my wife. Anyway, we had lost nothing. We forgot about it soon after the TTE left.
Capt. Kumar and Neetu were back to sitting together and their animated talks, which after some time turned into whispers. I looked at my wife and Jyoti subtly pointing at the young pair who was trying to make out with each other. Sunita shrugged her shoulders and hinted to me to let them be and focus on our group.
The Colonel went to upper berth for trying to snatch some sleep. Sunita dozed off frequently falling on my chest or shoulders. Jyoti sat opposite me looking blankly at nothing in particular, outside the windows. The young pair of Capt. Kumar and Neetu were busy in talking. I felt a bit sleepy and fell into Sunita's lap for a while to steal a few winks.
I was jolted out of my nap by a nudge from my wife. I opened my eyes. The young pair was missing. I could hear Neetu's giggles some distance away in the corridor. Sunita said, "Look at the shameless woman. She is making out with the young lad, when her husband is only some coaches away."
The Colonel's wife Jyoti heard our talk and said in low voice, "Let them be. After all, you can't blame the young woman for flirting with that guy. I am sure, her husband also wouldn't mind it; if he were half a man. She is trying to get, what her husband perhaps cannot give her."
Sunita fell silent. She was deep in thought. I told her, "Jyoti is right. She is needy, she is not greedy. I hope you understand what I am saying." She nodded her head. I said, "Why blame them? Even though we have a compatible sex partner, we feel attracted to other's spouse or a handsome man or beautiful woman of opposite sex. In this young woman's case, she is married to a man almost twice her age. Their thoughts, fashions, emotions and hormones do not match." My wife nodded her head.
Jyoti smiled and said, "They are 'love birds' let us call them with that name." We all laughed and agreed with Jyoti.
Both Jyoti and my wife fell asleep. I was eager to know what the young pair was doing. I could not control my curiosity. I casually sauntered out of my seat as if going for loosening up my muscles. When I walked into the corridor, the pair was missing even from there. However, I could hear some sounds from the toilet. I pressed my ears to the toilet door; making sure that nobody was watching. I could hear the woman laughing and the young Captain pleading.
I could hear them smooching and the woman moaning out loud. I could also hear her saying , "No.. No... please.. Leave me now dear, maybe later.. Captain..." However, her no appeared more like "may be."
I remembered an age old saying that if a woman says "No", it means may be and if she says "May be" it means yes. But if she says "Yes", she is not Indian. I knocked on the door.
The door opened and the young lady tumbled out of the toilet, almost falling on me. She was red faced and blushing profusely. I caught her and prevented her from falling. She had her one hand trying to cover up her breasts. She quickly buttoned up her top. She had raised her saree probably to pull up her panty. She rearranged her saree. The young Capt. Kumar saw me. He moved away to make room for me to go into the toilet, thinking that I wanted to use the toilet. Neetu looked embarrassed and apologetic. I tapped her shoulders in a gesture to convey that it was ok.
I walked past Capt. Kumar almost brushing him and whispered in his ears, "There will be plenty of time and opportunities for all this. Please do not create any scene in the train." He could not look straight in my eyes. To reduce their embarrassment, I went into the toilet, letting both of them organize themselves and return to their seats.
When I returned, Neetu and Capt. Kumar were sitting separately as if they did not know each other. Jyoti and Sunita were talking and the Colonel was getting down from upper berth. I sat by the side of the young woman Neetu. She greeted me with a nod of her head. I started talking with her and learned a lot about their married life.
The financial condition of Neetu's father was not good. The Brigadier helped her family very much and when the Brigadier's wife died after prolonged illness, Netu's father fixed Neetu's marriage with the Brigadier. Neetu also agreed because of financial prosperity of the Brigadier and his help in the past. To Brigadier's credit, he gave full independence to Neetu. He never restrained Neetu from spending money or mixing with younger men. Rather he encouraged her. Perhaps he felt guilty for marrying girl less than half his age.
Neetu appeared to be quite happy with the marriage except, the sexual part. When she said, "I am happy with my husband almost in all respects." The word "almost" gave her away.
The night in the train was uneventful. We all slept well.
The train chugged to a halt at our destination station in the morning at about seven a.m. and all passengers began vacating the coaches. The Brigadier came to receive his wife. Capt. Kumar left unobtrusively.
The railway station was about 40 kilometres away from the camp site. The camp site was located in deep Himalayan forest on the bank of river Ganga. We had to reach the designated spot on our own by lunch time.
As soon as we came out, we saw a smiling camera man approaching the Colonel. He put flower garlands around our necks. He shook his hands with us and said, "Welcome." He then asked us to pose for a picture. We were pleased that the camp management had deputed photographers and a welcoming team to take pictures and welcome us. As soon as our pictures were taken, I looked around to see if other visitors were also being welcomed in this way. However, to my surprise, the cameraman was nowhere to be seen. Other visitors were running helter skelter to find transport to reach the destination. I asked the Colonel about this. He expressed his surprise at only us being felicitated.
I inquired for the cost of taxi to the camp site. Taxi drivers were quoting exhorbitant fares for the camp site, because they had to return empty. In that regard we proved to be lucky. A taxi driver came running when he saw us. He asked us if we wanted to go to the camp. When the Colonel said yes, he offered to take us at a small price, much less than half the price quoted by others. He said that he had to go near the camp site any way. He said that the camp was right on his way. Rather than going empty to his village, he would carry us and earn something. Otherwise, he said he was proposing to go empty. That was a wonderful surprise for us also.
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