The rain was awesome. It’s only a month now that it started raining and was late this year in 2014. I was hurrying back to my hometown around 10 pm when it started showering. According to news reports there would be thunderstorms associated with heavy lightning for the next 5 days. I was kind of cool with that. Monsoon for bachelors was good for 2 reasons: a) It would mean a reason to give for emergency leave from office; b) Watch porn, or peep unto other's balcony in the morning to see bhabhis drying clothes or get under the blanket and feel good about having a manhood to get warm and hard under you while you sleep on your belly.
My hometown was 15 kms ahead of that isolated place so I decided to get a little drenched and keep riding until I reach home. The drops were spattering over my face (I had taken out the helmet) and I could feel the water slowly soaking my shirt and then the vest inside and droplets trickling down under the belt and then finally racing towards my groins. I normally shaved my pubes so I could feel the sensation of the drops quite nicely.
All of a sudden it seemed as if something crazy was going on in the clouds high above me. They groaned and grunted and it seemed they started pouring in water. I had never in my life, seen such a rain. I had to quickly find a place or it could have easily washed me away and my bike.
I sped down and tried to look through the wall of water. In a distance I saw a few light bulbs glowing which were blurry due to rain. It was a shocker in the first place, since how come there hasn't been a power cut in this village, even when it’s raining so hard! I didn't give a shit to what happened to the jerks in the otherwise dilapidated electricity department, which all of a sudden seemed to be providing excellent services. All I wanted was cover. So I took a right turn through the 5 feet wide lane that connected the village with National Highway 5.
The road didn't have any potholes to my utter surprise, which was good for me. I thought acche din aa gaye finally :P. As I neared the village I noticed it actually had a power cut and had nothing to do with acche din. Only one house had a bulb glowing outside its veranda. Probably this was the Sarpanch's house who had managed to buy an inverter with the money meant for toilets for others.
As I said, I was shivering in cold, looking for a cover and afraid of the pitch blackness around. So I didn't give a shit to any of the things mentioned above at that moment. I went and stopped in front of that house and quickly parked it and got up to the veranda.
It seemed like hailstorm. So cold were the waters raining down! I removed my backpack and kept it aside. I felt the water running down my body under my clothes distinctly now. My testicles had shrunk to maintain its temperature so that my cute little sperms don't die a virgin, at least not inside, even though they died 3 times a week on my toilet sink.
I felt cold breeze and I shivered more. I was wondering if I could be in home that night after all. The rain didn't look like stopping before 7-8 hours at the least. I mentally calculated the consequences of sleeping on that veranda that night. Dying in sleep out of hypothermia didn't look like a distant dream.
All of a sudden there was a clink-clut-dhug. I turned around. The wooden door opened and I saw her. A beautiful young woman, with delicate features, fair in complexion, long hairs in a maroon saree. Her eyes were like a pool of love, deep and out of the world. Her lips had the power to demolish structures like the burj. She was looking at me wondering who was I and what was I doing there.
While I was almost lost in her beauty. The magnificent creation of God was standing right in front of me. Her long list of bangles told me that she was recently married. I couldn't hide the rogue feelings generating inside me and even though I tried my best, I couldn't help wetting my lips once or twice. She shut the door immediately and went inside. I finally got relieved from the hypnosis that had taken over me. Then after a few minutes, the door opened again. A drunk man of around 45 years of age came out.
I could have never imagined what was I in for, in that long night proceeding slowly ahead.
I was a little taken back with the mood and appearance of the middle aged man. He seemed to have been drinking since morning that day. A lean face with an overall body mass index of just above 20. But the fact can't be dismissed that he had a certain posture that would make him stand out of a crowd of villagers. I was almost certain this time that he must be the Sarpanch.
"Yes?" He asked while his brows went up. He was clearly questioning my presence there. For a sober man it would not take him too much to look at the crazy rain around and understand the fact. But as I said, he was drunk like a sponge soaked in water. I smelled whisky and couldn't help but imagine gulping down a peg or two to stop shaking with cold.
"Its the rain sir. My home is in Balasore and I have been riding from Bhubaneswar since evening. I will wait here until the rain slows down if you don't mind." I said honestly.
The man seemed to think of something, or so it seemed to me. He came up to me, placed both his palms on his hips and looked like he was pondering over something. I prayed that he doesn't ask me to leave. I could have had serious complications resulting from that rain; if I had got wet anymore.
"Yes?" He asked me again. This time I suppressed my laugh. The idiot was so drunk that he couldn't make out a single word that I spoke to him earlier. Then he did something that terrified me. He hold my shoulder as if he were about to fall. I got him in both my hands.
"Take me... inside...." He couldn't speak anymore. His body went limp. I feared and couldn't decide if he has passed out or died. Then he puked, about 2 liters of alcohol mixed with his bile, all on my shirt and now I wasn't wet with rain, but his vomit.
His retching while he puked out, was probably heard by every single household in the vicinity. And so the beautiful newly wedded wife of someone, came running outside. She was possibly getting ready to go to bed and now had her hair loose, which flew over her face. Her eyes went wide looking at the man who was perhaps her father-in-law.
"He has passed out." I told her quickly, just in case she would imagine things and start bellowing and thereby getting the villagers out who would see me, a total stranger, carrying this bewada on my arms. Dead or not, that they might or might not have decided and would have turned me into a pulp first.
"Oh, please help me to carry him in bhaisaab." She had a big frown on her face by the time. Her hands, otherwise hidden under the folds of her saree, came out and caught the old man from his right side while I was on his left. We walked through the 5ft wide door frame and mock walked him to the first room on the left. Finally when he was put on his bed I relaxed and looked around.
The room had an ambience of its own. It looked and smelled like the room of a newly wedded couple. The smells of rajanigandha perfumes, fairness creams, new clothes etc. filled my nostrils. I was confused as to why she would get her father-in-law into her bedroom to sleep?
"Sorry bhaisaab, I am embarrassed." She looked at my shirt and pants in one quick look and probably knew that I had been vomited on. I saw that she was deciding what else to say now. I had begun to feel like a pile of shit myself, since it was for the first time I was in such a situation. Can you imagine yourself being vomited on from head to toe? My stomach was churning.
"Its okay, hota hai aisa kabhi kabhi, it happens! When you have a woman - of not more than 23 years with a lovely maroon saree neatly dressed up on her, who is super fair in complexion, with a round face while a bright red bindi adorning her forehead, with light red lipstick on her welcoming lips, showing a long list of bangles and red nail-paint on her well manicured long nails in both hands - infront of you, you certainly don't feel like frowning for anything.
I saw that she wasn't able to decide something and was quickly calculating something in her mind.
"The rain doesn't seem to stop soon. Although you are a completely stranger, I am thankful to you for being of help. I had been asking him (pointing out to the drunken log on the bed) since evening to stop drinking, but he didn't. I was expecting this would happen. All have gone to see Rath Yatra in Puri except me and him." She stopped midway.
"I told you, its fine, it happens. Maybe if I can change and wash these clothes? I will wear them wet afterwards since they will get wet anyway while going home." I asked her permission as the stink was getting worse every minute.
"Oh sure bhaisaab. But..." She stopped midway again.
"What?" I asked.
"Well, your bike is outside and you may have to stay back for sometime more. I wish you bring it in to the inner veranda, so that villagers don't start gossiping tomorrow about me. I am here since only 2 weeks as the new bride. So you may understand what I mean?" She spoke with such sweetness in everything that I almost fell in love with her.
"Of course I do. I will be quick anyway. Just wash these and then once rain slows down even a little, I will go away." I smiled and she smiled back. With that I went ahead to get the bike into her house.
I might have taken 2 minutes to go the bike, put the key in ignition, turn it on, self-start, first gear, then lift it all the way up to their veranda and finally into the house through the door. I got as much drenched as I was earlier, even in that span of time. While I parked my bike I heard her shut the main door from inside. There is something magical and mysterious thing about a beautiful woman shutting the door from inside.
It was then that I felt a little stirring inside my pants.
My hometown was 15 kms ahead of that isolated place so I decided to get a little drenched and keep riding until I reach home. The drops were spattering over my face (I had taken out the helmet) and I could feel the water slowly soaking my shirt and then the vest inside and droplets trickling down under the belt and then finally racing towards my groins. I normally shaved my pubes so I could feel the sensation of the drops quite nicely.
All of a sudden it seemed as if something crazy was going on in the clouds high above me. They groaned and grunted and it seemed they started pouring in water. I had never in my life, seen such a rain. I had to quickly find a place or it could have easily washed me away and my bike.
I sped down and tried to look through the wall of water. In a distance I saw a few light bulbs glowing which were blurry due to rain. It was a shocker in the first place, since how come there hasn't been a power cut in this village, even when it’s raining so hard! I didn't give a shit to what happened to the jerks in the otherwise dilapidated electricity department, which all of a sudden seemed to be providing excellent services. All I wanted was cover. So I took a right turn through the 5 feet wide lane that connected the village with National Highway 5.
The road didn't have any potholes to my utter surprise, which was good for me. I thought acche din aa gaye finally :P. As I neared the village I noticed it actually had a power cut and had nothing to do with acche din. Only one house had a bulb glowing outside its veranda. Probably this was the Sarpanch's house who had managed to buy an inverter with the money meant for toilets for others.
As I said, I was shivering in cold, looking for a cover and afraid of the pitch blackness around. So I didn't give a shit to any of the things mentioned above at that moment. I went and stopped in front of that house and quickly parked it and got up to the veranda.
It seemed like hailstorm. So cold were the waters raining down! I removed my backpack and kept it aside. I felt the water running down my body under my clothes distinctly now. My testicles had shrunk to maintain its temperature so that my cute little sperms don't die a virgin, at least not inside, even though they died 3 times a week on my toilet sink.
I felt cold breeze and I shivered more. I was wondering if I could be in home that night after all. The rain didn't look like stopping before 7-8 hours at the least. I mentally calculated the consequences of sleeping on that veranda that night. Dying in sleep out of hypothermia didn't look like a distant dream.
All of a sudden there was a clink-clut-dhug. I turned around. The wooden door opened and I saw her. A beautiful young woman, with delicate features, fair in complexion, long hairs in a maroon saree. Her eyes were like a pool of love, deep and out of the world. Her lips had the power to demolish structures like the burj. She was looking at me wondering who was I and what was I doing there.
While I was almost lost in her beauty. The magnificent creation of God was standing right in front of me. Her long list of bangles told me that she was recently married. I couldn't hide the rogue feelings generating inside me and even though I tried my best, I couldn't help wetting my lips once or twice. She shut the door immediately and went inside. I finally got relieved from the hypnosis that had taken over me. Then after a few minutes, the door opened again. A drunk man of around 45 years of age came out.
I could have never imagined what was I in for, in that long night proceeding slowly ahead.
I was a little taken back with the mood and appearance of the middle aged man. He seemed to have been drinking since morning that day. A lean face with an overall body mass index of just above 20. But the fact can't be dismissed that he had a certain posture that would make him stand out of a crowd of villagers. I was almost certain this time that he must be the Sarpanch.
"Yes?" He asked while his brows went up. He was clearly questioning my presence there. For a sober man it would not take him too much to look at the crazy rain around and understand the fact. But as I said, he was drunk like a sponge soaked in water. I smelled whisky and couldn't help but imagine gulping down a peg or two to stop shaking with cold.
"Its the rain sir. My home is in Balasore and I have been riding from Bhubaneswar since evening. I will wait here until the rain slows down if you don't mind." I said honestly.
The man seemed to think of something, or so it seemed to me. He came up to me, placed both his palms on his hips and looked like he was pondering over something. I prayed that he doesn't ask me to leave. I could have had serious complications resulting from that rain; if I had got wet anymore.
"Yes?" He asked me again. This time I suppressed my laugh. The idiot was so drunk that he couldn't make out a single word that I spoke to him earlier. Then he did something that terrified me. He hold my shoulder as if he were about to fall. I got him in both my hands.
"Take me... inside...." He couldn't speak anymore. His body went limp. I feared and couldn't decide if he has passed out or died. Then he puked, about 2 liters of alcohol mixed with his bile, all on my shirt and now I wasn't wet with rain, but his vomit.
His retching while he puked out, was probably heard by every single household in the vicinity. And so the beautiful newly wedded wife of someone, came running outside. She was possibly getting ready to go to bed and now had her hair loose, which flew over her face. Her eyes went wide looking at the man who was perhaps her father-in-law.
"He has passed out." I told her quickly, just in case she would imagine things and start bellowing and thereby getting the villagers out who would see me, a total stranger, carrying this bewada on my arms. Dead or not, that they might or might not have decided and would have turned me into a pulp first.
"Oh, please help me to carry him in bhaisaab." She had a big frown on her face by the time. Her hands, otherwise hidden under the folds of her saree, came out and caught the old man from his right side while I was on his left. We walked through the 5ft wide door frame and mock walked him to the first room on the left. Finally when he was put on his bed I relaxed and looked around.
The room had an ambience of its own. It looked and smelled like the room of a newly wedded couple. The smells of rajanigandha perfumes, fairness creams, new clothes etc. filled my nostrils. I was confused as to why she would get her father-in-law into her bedroom to sleep?
"Sorry bhaisaab, I am embarrassed." She looked at my shirt and pants in one quick look and probably knew that I had been vomited on. I saw that she was deciding what else to say now. I had begun to feel like a pile of shit myself, since it was for the first time I was in such a situation. Can you imagine yourself being vomited on from head to toe? My stomach was churning.
"Its okay, hota hai aisa kabhi kabhi, it happens! When you have a woman - of not more than 23 years with a lovely maroon saree neatly dressed up on her, who is super fair in complexion, with a round face while a bright red bindi adorning her forehead, with light red lipstick on her welcoming lips, showing a long list of bangles and red nail-paint on her well manicured long nails in both hands - infront of you, you certainly don't feel like frowning for anything.
I saw that she wasn't able to decide something and was quickly calculating something in her mind.
"The rain doesn't seem to stop soon. Although you are a completely stranger, I am thankful to you for being of help. I had been asking him (pointing out to the drunken log on the bed) since evening to stop drinking, but he didn't. I was expecting this would happen. All have gone to see Rath Yatra in Puri except me and him." She stopped midway.
"I told you, its fine, it happens. Maybe if I can change and wash these clothes? I will wear them wet afterwards since they will get wet anyway while going home." I asked her permission as the stink was getting worse every minute.
"Oh sure bhaisaab. But..." She stopped midway again.
"What?" I asked.
"Well, your bike is outside and you may have to stay back for sometime more. I wish you bring it in to the inner veranda, so that villagers don't start gossiping tomorrow about me. I am here since only 2 weeks as the new bride. So you may understand what I mean?" She spoke with such sweetness in everything that I almost fell in love with her.
"Of course I do. I will be quick anyway. Just wash these and then once rain slows down even a little, I will go away." I smiled and she smiled back. With that I went ahead to get the bike into her house.
I might have taken 2 minutes to go the bike, put the key in ignition, turn it on, self-start, first gear, then lift it all the way up to their veranda and finally into the house through the door. I got as much drenched as I was earlier, even in that span of time. While I parked my bike I heard her shut the main door from inside. There is something magical and mysterious thing about a beautiful woman shutting the door from inside.
It was then that I felt a little stirring inside my pants.