Misc. Erotica ...And My Mother doesn't Remain Ours

[garamrohan]

The whole day was messed up. How could I concentrate knowing that the bastard rambo guy was still out there, wandering around us? It was next to impossible for me and even more for mummy to forget what heinous act he did with her. He had left a spot on chastity, purity of my mummy that could never wash out of our memory. We were just recovering from the damage; thanks to Di and Jiju’s arrival, suddenly he showed up as if he was never out of picture.



I gave deep thoughts; hundreds of times in fact; but each time I truly felt, he was just a madman. As much as he didn’t have civic sense, what happened from his side that day was also a natural coincidence. I had seen how aroused he was for a couple of days, and mummy appearing in his radar, that too, in a secluded environment was just a booster that led to the mishap. 


But having said this, his constant presence was becoming an obstacle for us to forget about the incident. That was not a good memory to carry for long. I literally got punished a couple of times in the day for not paying attention during the class. Not only this, my absent mindedness was also noticed by my dear friends. I just made excuses for my bad health. What else could I have told them? 


I badly wanted a solution. Something that will keep that rambo guy away from our house at least. Something that will scare shit out of him, and unfortunately I was not the brave-hearted man who could have done that.


That day as well I went straight home as we had planned to go out for the ice cream. I must have been some feet away from the house and I heard a noise akin to a quarrel from the side of my home. I literally ran, wondering what might have happened and what I saw there made me freeze.


The rambo guy was there, standing like a lifeless statue and the Jiju was constantly beating him with fist and chappal on the other hand. Papa was trying to bring Jiju aside but he was too raged to control.


“Enough Damad ji.. He is just a madman.”


“Mad man.. My foot.. Better he knows food to eat and not bullshit? Bloody scoundrel.. Good for nothing guy.” This side of Jiju was completely unknown to me.


“Leave him, he will die,” Di panicked. She along with mummy was standing at the door with tensed faces.


But Jiju kept blowing his face with his powerful punches. The rambo guy started protecting himself now by pushing Jiju. But Jiju being in flow was uncontrollable. Rambo had to back away and thought of escaping eventually. But he was not to be let go easily. As he bent to pick up his antic dirty sack Jiju kicked on his bum and collapsed on him. 


“Galti bhaiya.. Galti..  Khana nahi… fir khana nahi..” (Mistake brother… mistake.. Won’t come again.”). Rambo guy, even though was a beggar, I had seen his aggression at times.  I was surprised that my Jiju made such a strong, aggressive madman fall at his feet. I felt so fun and relieved hearing his vernacular apologies which we have to make sense of. He would think thousands of times before looking at our house now, I thought. 


Eventually I joined my hands with dad and we took Jiju inside the house.


“Why do you tussle with these street people?” Di was not happy with the way Jiju dealt with the situation.


“So what did you expect of me? Just let me go? Being poor and hungry doesn’t mean you will walk into someone’s house.” The anger was still evidenced from Jiju’s raised voice, “Women are there, kids are there, men can’t be home all the time. Shouldn’t decorum be maintained? Or each time we let go of these bastards in the name of mental illness?”


“Cool down, damad ji, it's over now,” papa said. 


“I am sorry to say, but you are too naive, papa ji.” Jiju spoke furiously, “We have to take a stand where it needs to be taken. The world is not a fair place for decent and straightforward people.” 


Everyone was silent and after catching his breath now Jiju enquired lovingly to Meenakshi di, “You are okay na, dear. I hope he has not misbehaved with you.”


“Nahi baba. Nothing of that kind, but he appeared so abruptly that I was scared like hell, couldn’t stop myself yelling.” Di replied.


“Is anybody going to tell me what happened?” I intervened. I did also notice that mummy was there, standing silently, with pallu on her head and her eyes lost in some thoughts. 


And then papa explained the whole thing — It was a regular evening and Jiju was taking a nap while mummy and Di were busy chatting at the verandah. That is when this rambo guy appeared. He was such a cringe and Di asked him to get out right away and there was nothing to offer him. Still he stood there, for sometime. Only after 5 minutes when papa returned from the office and told him that there is no food in the home, he walked hesitantly.


Papa had gone to freshen up and Di noticed that mummy was not appearing around, so she thought that she might be in the kitchen. Di has just walked to the kitchen to intimate mummy of dad’s arrival and to make tea for everyone, and she saw that rambo guy peeking inside the kitchen through the window. It was such a horrific experience, that she literally cried out, and what happened after that – all the colony knows.


My gut tightened hearing this. Was my understanding of the rambo guy all wrong? Had it been only for food, what made him tiptoe the way Di observed? He must have climbed the rear compound wall to come in. That was scary. But he had received excellent treatment. I had seen a feeling of defeat in his ever-calm eyes, as he begged for escape. 


Jiju has come as a rescuer for us. I was thinking all day, who can take care of that bastard guy, and god has gracefully offered a helping hand through Jiju’s medium. I was so relieved, and I bet my mummy too. 
The next couple of days passed like a flash. We all cherished every single moment of Di's and Jiju’s stay. We planned to explore the rest of the things, and in fact were able to visit most of the places. 


I (and probably mummy as well) had calmed down significantly; after the beating of the rambo guy, we were sure he wouldn't bother us. So we walked very confidently; even to the temple near the ghat as well, and glad to say I could not say any hint of sorrow or care of mummy’s beautiful face. The astonishing thing was – papa was also present for the visit to the temple, we all really cherished the moment, and mummy looked happy and lovely in the decent but beautiful purple saree with twinkling star embroidery over it. 


The only thing that I felt bid odd, and I thought I was thinking too much was - I felt that Jiju was looking at mummy with a gaze that was more that just with respect and gratitude – it wasn’t just the way a man will look at his honourable mother in law, there was more to it, maybe admiration, maybe pity for her, but affection was visible in his eyes, even though he didn’t speak out anything explicitly or overacted it.


One more thing happened that made me happy like anything. On that day, I had bunked the college after lunch-break and was returning home. That was the day before Jiju and Di were to return to their place by morning train, and hence I wanted to spend some more time with them. On the way back, I crossed him, near the ground compound only, and looking at me the rambo guy lowered his gaze. I just smiled to myself. I couldn’t have been happier, right?


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At last the day came. Papa and I were to accompany them till the railway station. The train was at 9 AM and hence papa was asking for a hurry. As the couple was to visit again by the next two months, a much longer vacation this time, I wasn’t feeling sentimental at the moment. We three – Jiju, papa and I were standing in the verandah chatting random stuff in the morning's pleasurable sunlight. All the bags had been packed and laying at our legs. 


Jiju checked the watch and called for Di, but nobody came out. 


“I will go and check. Otherwise we will miss the train,” Jiju said as he marched hurriedly to the house, and I followed him. He didn’t notice me following him as there was ample distance between us. When I was at the door, he had explored two rooms and it seemed like Di was not there. He went to the kitchen and from there he turned right, it was my parent’s bedroom in that direction. 


I leisurely walked and just about to say something but my mouth got stuck. Jiju was standing at the half-open door of my parents bedroom, dumbfounded,  and looking inside. I couldn’t guess at the moment what was in the room that grabbed his attention so much that he seemed totally intrigued. But some sixth-sense stopped me from calling him and I kept observing him.


One minute… Two minutes… I don’t know how longer it would have gone, had not the Di appeared from the door to the backyard. 


Naturally, her attention went to me and she said, “All ready? I was in the washroom.”


And that made Jiju startled and he turned back to us immediately, “Where you were.. We are getting late,” he said, but I noticed distinct hoarseness in his voice and both of them rushed outside hurriedly, asking me to follow them.


“Coming in a minute…” I said and had even taken a step. But the curiosity in my mind made my legs heavy. What exactly was Jiju looking at? I turned back and slowly walked to the door, with the feature light steps that made it impossible to make any noise, and strangely my throat choked with the anticipation of some taboo visuals. As I reached the door, I could hear the rustling sound of a saree and bangles and I stood at the place where Jiju was standing a minute ago. 


Many whistles blew in my head as I saw my mummy correcting the pleats of a beautiful green saree. She had taken a bath and this was the time she would come out for Puja. Getting dressed and undressed – the act common for men and women. But for some strange reason the lady’s act of makeup and carrying herself has been eroticized. Was it the same feeling for Jiju, I felt my ears burning and I moved outside.