Yesterday, 12:25 AM
Title: Auntie's Touch
Scene 15
I walked back into the lively chaos of my family's home. My mom was in the living room, folding laundry. She looked up as I entered.
Mom: "There you are. Did you have a nice chat with Auntie?"
Sunny: "Yes," I said, my voice coming out perfectly normal. "She was just busy."
My heart was still beating a little fast, but on the outside, I was calm. I had learned to build a wall between my two worlds. Outside the wall was this—the familiar, everyday life with my family. Inside the wall was the secret world that belonged only to me and Jayashree Auntie.
The next day, she came over as she had promised, right on schedule. She and my mom sat and had tea, and I played with my cousins in the next room. But throughout her visit, I was acutely aware of her. I could feel her eyes on me. Once, when she thought no one was looking, she caught my gaze and gave me a slow, deliberate wink. A thrill shot through me.
And so it began. Our "lessons" became a regular part of my summer vacation. It was never planned, but it happened every couple of days. Sometimes, she would find me alone in the house and lead me to the quiet guest room. Other times, she would ask my mom, "Can I borrow Sunny for a few minutes? I need his help carrying something heavy." My mom would always agree, and I would eagerly go with her to the quiet sanctuary of her home.
The encounters were not always the same. Sometimes they were slow and gentle, and other times they were fast and urgent. I learned what her different touches meant, what the look in her eyes was asking for. I became an expert at living a double life. I would laugh and play with my family, and all the while, I would be carrying the memory of her taste and the feeling of her body against mine.
The world of family dinners, games of cricket in the yard, and stories from my Dadi began to feel distant and faded. The only thing that felt truly real, truly important, was the intense, secret world I shared with Jayashree. And in my childish heart, I believed I was the luckiest boy in the world to have a secret so wonderful.
Scene 15
I walked back into the lively chaos of my family's home. My mom was in the living room, folding laundry. She looked up as I entered.
Mom: "There you are. Did you have a nice chat with Auntie?"
Sunny: "Yes," I said, my voice coming out perfectly normal. "She was just busy."
My heart was still beating a little fast, but on the outside, I was calm. I had learned to build a wall between my two worlds. Outside the wall was this—the familiar, everyday life with my family. Inside the wall was the secret world that belonged only to me and Jayashree Auntie.
The next day, she came over as she had promised, right on schedule. She and my mom sat and had tea, and I played with my cousins in the next room. But throughout her visit, I was acutely aware of her. I could feel her eyes on me. Once, when she thought no one was looking, she caught my gaze and gave me a slow, deliberate wink. A thrill shot through me.
And so it began. Our "lessons" became a regular part of my summer vacation. It was never planned, but it happened every couple of days. Sometimes, she would find me alone in the house and lead me to the quiet guest room. Other times, she would ask my mom, "Can I borrow Sunny for a few minutes? I need his help carrying something heavy." My mom would always agree, and I would eagerly go with her to the quiet sanctuary of her home.
The encounters were not always the same. Sometimes they were slow and gentle, and other times they were fast and urgent. I learned what her different touches meant, what the look in her eyes was asking for. I became an expert at living a double life. I would laugh and play with my family, and all the while, I would be carrying the memory of her taste and the feeling of her body against mine.
The world of family dinners, games of cricket in the yard, and stories from my Dadi began to feel distant and faded. The only thing that felt truly real, truly important, was the intense, secret world I shared with Jayashree. And in my childish heart, I believed I was the luckiest boy in the world to have a secret so wonderful.