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

[garamrohan]

Mummy’s eyes were wet, and why won’t? Her only daughter was leaving for her hometown and the small farewell felt heavier than any festival gathering. 
Yet my mind was elsewhere.

Jiju had beaten that Rambo guy and driven him away from our neighborhood. In a way, he had saved our family from a disaster. But something from that morning kept troubling me. Why had he kept glancing inside the room even though he knew mummy was changing? Was that normal?

Or was I overthinking?

Just a few days ago I had convinced myself that the Rambo guy might not be entirely evil; that what happened that day was simply the madness of the moment. 
Then why was I doubting my own Jiju?

(“Chal pat pat. Kaay vichar kartoyas?”papa panicked.) 
“Common.. Hurry up.. What are you lost at?” papa panicked.

And so Di chuckled.

“Are you all right, Rohan babu. You have been looking nervous since morning. Isn’t it Sudhir?” she asked and bit her tongue for she called Jiju by his name in front of papa.

Jiju was but lost into his own thoughts and startled by her questions and just nodded; I doubt if he had heard anything. He smiled at me nervously, and so did I.

We were walking, papa ahead of all, followed by me, who was carrying a big suitcase, and following us were Di, and then Jiju who was holding one bag. While we were crossing the public toilet next to one of the shops where the rambo guy used to stay, I looked at that side through the corner of the eyes, and it was empty. 

Even if he was there, it wouldn’t have mattered, he hadn’t and won’t dare to come to our area since the beating he had received, I believed. My hands had gone numb from the suitcase, so I stopped and set it down for a moment. As I shook my arms loose, I sensed movement; someone slipping away quickly - as if on a secret mission. 

I turned to that side, but couldn’t confirm anything and my heart started pumping faster, for movement I felt had happened towards the side of the shops from where we have walked; and it reminded me of the dawn few days back when I had observed rambo guy standing there; and thereafter marched following my mummy; eventually corrupting her, looting her chastity for quench of his barbaric lust. 

“What happened?” Di yelled, standing several feet next to me.

“Hurry up. They will miss the train.” papa yelled.

I was standing like a statue, confused, not sure what was happening and how to handle it now.

And papa rushed furiously to me and snatched the bag from me, “Ghari ja,” (“Go home,”) he almost yelled at me and Di and Jiju also waved me good bye there only and asked me to go and rest. As they hurriedly disappeared in the direction of the station, I started making sense of what I just observed. Suddenly a possibility sparked in my head and I ran towards my house taking the shortcut road by going to the godown lines.