ILLEGAL PREGNANCY

STORY-ILLEGAL PREGNANCY I AM A NAMBOODIRI WOMAN, NEARING FORTY, BUT STILL I HAD MY MONTHLY PERIODS. I used to go to our family pond for my bath, every day at early morning, with just a bath towel to cover my nudity. I would carry an oil lamp, with a handle to carry. Our estate is very vast and no one would come at that time. So I removed my towel and took bath comfortably. When I had finished and wiped dry my body, some powerful hand held me and began kissing my breasts and private parts. I had no sex for almost a decade and My sex urge knew no bounds. I lay down and widened my thighs. His penis entered into my body and I soon went to sleep, after the act. When I woke up And realized what had happened, I washed my body again and went back to our house. I hoped he would come again and so it happened again . This time I saw his face. He knew my husband and I have seen him several times. We never came out when men are the visitors. After several months of this illegal sex, I became pregnant. I cajoled my husband and awakened his sex and we had intercourse. After another month, I told him I am carrying. He became very happy and gave sweets to all those who came to see him. In due course , I gave birth to a boy , fair skinned and with plenty of hair. When he became four, my man told my husband to send him to a Convent school. Afterwards, he joined the Prinstone College in Madras and became a lawyer. He came back and began practice in the District Court. Then he was selected as Sub-judge and finally he became a Judge of the high Court, when I became old and my man passed away. My husband had died a few years earlier. I kept a sealed cover, in which I enclosed a note, describing my secret story, to be opened by my son, after my death. STORY-MY COUSINS I have two cousin brothers –one is fair and handsome, but backward in studies, the other is brilliant, almost a genius, but extremely poor. I loved both of them, unable to decide which one is more desirable. The poor guy Unni was coming to my house, I could see him enter the gate and slowly approach the door, from the balcony upstairs. After some minutes, when I did not hear the buzzer, I came down and opened the door:”Unni, why are you hesitating? Is not me, your fan? You can demand my life and I cannot refuse.” “Really it is nothing serious; I needed money. For the exams, I have to pay some money in the office. “ “But today is Sunday. Let me ask father.” I went to see him. “Our Unni wants money for his exam fees. Can you give him money?” He remained silent for some time. “Gaury, some people are born to suffer. Poor Itnicha is unlucky. Her husband squandered the money he got, after partition of property.” He opened his almirah and took out five hundred rupees. He himself came out and gave it to Unni. Unni was about to touch his feet, but he lifted him:”You are like a son to me. I wish my own son took more interest in studies .” When he left, Unni began:”I thought he is very haughty; no, he is only taciturn. Will he approve of your marriage with your lover?” ”Who is that guy? Are sure you are not my lover?” I accompanied him to the road. “You need not be so apologetic. I am afraid father may not agree . Once you achieve a good position, I will speak to him”. I stretched my hand and he shook it with vigour. My other cousin, Keshu came on his bike. He did not observe any formality. “Gaury, you have to decide immediately. I cannot wait any longer. “ “At least, you complete your B.Sc. What you will do after marriage? You must work for a living. I do not like to offend my father. Do not pester me like this.” I had to attend an interview at Madras. Father told Keshu, to escort me and gave him sufficient money. He had no idea about his craze for me and blindly trusted him. In the first class compartment of the train, he did not misbehave with me. After the interview, instead of returning the same day, he booked a room in a hotel and raped me. I did not resist, but at heart, I cursed him. “How different my other cousin is!” I cursed myself for the indignity I had to suffer. Reaching home, I told father what happened at Madras. He could not believe it, but immediately, our marriage as arranged by father himself.