That was my first appointment after i graduated. Tenth class students were only some years junior to me and I felt shy when they looked at me, close at hand. One girl used to wink at me and I felt confused.
It was in a village school and there were no lodges. One of my students, Ashokan by name, offered to house me in his farm house, free of cost . I felt relieved and went with him after the school time.
It was very near to the school and we reached there in five minutes. The setting was ideal in my view right in the rural beauty with nothing to call modern. Ashokan showed the pond where they used to take bath. I dismissed the boy and removed my cloths. As there was no one near at sight, I jumped naked into the clear water and swam for some time, and came out and smeared soap all over my body and scrubbed well. and again jumped into the water. After the bath , I dressed , wearing only a loin cloth. I walked back to the house where Bhadra, Ashokan’s sister, immediately served me with a hot cup of tea.
She asked: “Did you enjoy the bath?” It was then that I scrutinised her features. I have never seen such a beautiful face ever in my life! her face shined like a rose flower. The eyes pinned my heart which could not escape from there. Her teeth and lips added the the shine of her smile. I wanted to say- I love you and embrace her then and there. It was then that her father appeared. “Masterji, give her lessons in mathematics; she is very weak in all subjects” This became my routine every day. For food, I went to the hotel near the Railway station. The road was dusty and spoiled my mood. The very next day, I purchased a bicycle.
In the school, I got acquanted with the staff. All were men and the HM was very short and witty. One Radhakrishnan was the leader. They were planning to stage a drama in the school anniversary. “Narayan, you ask for a script from the HM. He has written several stories, but we are not on good terms, He will not refuse you”. So I approached him. He said:”I have written even nonsense in my notebook; do not lose it; be sure to return it.” I gave it to R who invited me to see the rehearsal. I never went.
So the days passed. On Sundays, I used to roam about on my cycle, when B would sit in the front, her face very near to mine, enjoying the fragrance coming from hair black hair, flying in the wind. Occasionally, we would visit a hotel to have masala dosa. Sometimes, we may sit under a tree. She once said”Masterji, you have no idea how popular you are among us girls. You have such pleasing look and smile to attract any one. My brother is full of praise for you.” I held her in my arms and whispered:”Do YOU like me?” A hearty kiss was her reply. I said”Do not call me masterji. You call only my name.”
To disturb our tranquility, A letter came, re-directed from home. It was from my class mate in the college. After I read it, B asked whether it was from my home. I gave her the letter, “Read it.” She became sad:” Who is this girl? Did you love her?”
“Oh, no. She was just a friend in the college. There was no question of loving her; she is super-rich. WE have no property. I have borrowed from the bank to complete my studies. I will marry only you. Do not be so serious .You must always smile, in my presence.” I kissed her.
“But you are from the upper caste; will your parents agree?”
“Come with me to my house; you can see this girl also.”
“Let me ask my father.”
“Does he know about our love?”
“No, but in the school all girls know it. Many are jealous.”
That summer, we both went to my place. I called my friend Mallika on phone and informed her.
The journey to Trichur was exciting for B, who had never been away from home. Her mother had told me:”Please take care of the girl; she is very simple and does not know anything”.
I met Mallika in the presence of B. She had joined the medical college at Athani. She asked me point blank:”I never mentioned about our marriage; I took it for granted. Now my father has decided my marriage.If you still care for me, tell me; I can still refuse.” She was looking towards B all the while.
“My answer is no. Love is blind; but marriage should be left to the parents.”
“I think you love this girl?”
I did not reply; I told her she is my student, come to visit Trichr. I am sure she did not believe me.
We then saw my mother. She was very pleased to see my girl, she did not know her caste. I gave her the money I had brought
with me for this purpose. My only sister took the girl to her room and must have talked for a long time about the school etc. In the end they came out and my sister asked:”Are you going to marry her?” “If you agree,” I said.
She embraced the girl and said that she is the sweetest thing ever seen in her life. I felt elated.
At Vadakkunnathan temple we prayed. She was surprised to see the grandeur of the temple and I told her there are a number of such temples around this area. At one lonely temple, I bribed the poojary and he allowed us to garland each other. That night we slept in a hotel and I enjoyed her view without any cloths. Her breasts were rosy and small; I kissed them….
It was in a village school and there were no lodges. One of my students, Ashokan by name, offered to house me in his farm house, free of cost . I felt relieved and went with him after the school time.
It was very near to the school and we reached there in five minutes. The setting was ideal in my view right in the rural beauty with nothing to call modern. Ashokan showed the pond where they used to take bath. I dismissed the boy and removed my cloths. As there was no one near at sight, I jumped naked into the clear water and swam for some time, and came out and smeared soap all over my body and scrubbed well. and again jumped into the water. After the bath , I dressed , wearing only a loin cloth. I walked back to the house where Bhadra, Ashokan’s sister, immediately served me with a hot cup of tea.
She asked: “Did you enjoy the bath?” It was then that I scrutinised her features. I have never seen such a beautiful face ever in my life! her face shined like a rose flower. The eyes pinned my heart which could not escape from there. Her teeth and lips added the the shine of her smile. I wanted to say- I love you and embrace her then and there. It was then that her father appeared. “Masterji, give her lessons in mathematics; she is very weak in all subjects” This became my routine every day. For food, I went to the hotel near the Railway station. The road was dusty and spoiled my mood. The very next day, I purchased a bicycle.
In the school, I got acquanted with the staff. All were men and the HM was very short and witty. One Radhakrishnan was the leader. They were planning to stage a drama in the school anniversary. “Narayan, you ask for a script from the HM. He has written several stories, but we are not on good terms, He will not refuse you”. So I approached him. He said:”I have written even nonsense in my notebook; do not lose it; be sure to return it.” I gave it to R who invited me to see the rehearsal. I never went.
So the days passed. On Sundays, I used to roam about on my cycle, when B would sit in the front, her face very near to mine, enjoying the fragrance coming from hair black hair, flying in the wind. Occasionally, we would visit a hotel to have masala dosa. Sometimes, we may sit under a tree. She once said”Masterji, you have no idea how popular you are among us girls. You have such pleasing look and smile to attract any one. My brother is full of praise for you.” I held her in my arms and whispered:”Do YOU like me?” A hearty kiss was her reply. I said”Do not call me masterji. You call only my name.”
To disturb our tranquility, A letter came, re-directed from home. It was from my class mate in the college. After I read it, B asked whether it was from my home. I gave her the letter, “Read it.” She became sad:” Who is this girl? Did you love her?”
“Oh, no. She was just a friend in the college. There was no question of loving her; she is super-rich. WE have no property. I have borrowed from the bank to complete my studies. I will marry only you. Do not be so serious .You must always smile, in my presence.” I kissed her.
“But you are from the upper caste; will your parents agree?”
“Come with me to my house; you can see this girl also.”
“Let me ask my father.”
“Does he know about our love?”
“No, but in the school all girls know it. Many are jealous.”
That summer, we both went to my place. I called my friend Mallika on phone and informed her.
The journey to Trichur was exciting for B, who had never been away from home. Her mother had told me:”Please take care of the girl; she is very simple and does not know anything”.
I met Mallika in the presence of B. She had joined the medical college at Athani. She asked me point blank:”I never mentioned about our marriage; I took it for granted. Now my father has decided my marriage.If you still care for me, tell me; I can still refuse.” She was looking towards B all the while.
“My answer is no. Love is blind; but marriage should be left to the parents.”
“I think you love this girl?”
I did not reply; I told her she is my student, come to visit Trichr. I am sure she did not believe me.
We then saw my mother. She was very pleased to see my girl, she did not know her caste. I gave her the money I had brought
with me for this purpose. My only sister took the girl to her room and must have talked for a long time about the school etc. In the end they came out and my sister asked:”Are you going to marry her?” “If you agree,” I said.
She embraced the girl and said that she is the sweetest thing ever seen in her life. I felt elated.
At Vadakkunnathan temple we prayed. She was surprised to see the grandeur of the temple and I told her there are a number of such temples around this area. At one lonely temple, I bribed the poojary and he allowed us to garland each other. That night we slept in a hotel and I enjoyed her view without any cloths. Her breasts were rosy and small; I kissed them….
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