At that time, I was at the small beautiful town of Trichur. I was born and brought up in Trivandrum, but came to Trichur to work in a press, where I was editing a small newspaper. For saving money we took a hall, where my friends, mostly our workers in the press and some college students, shared my lodge.
We had a stove and things necessary for making tea and toast; but went to Pathans for meals. In those days it was a small eating place’
So we were surprised when Dileepan brought a young girl to our place, saying she was ready to work as a cook for us.
She was quite plain, but her ready smile enlightened the whole room like lightning. And her teeth were the best I have ever seen!
Where will she stay, I enquired.
Here itself, why this question? -Dileepan countered..
After some discussion, it was agreed .We never talked about her wages.
Her very presence changed the atmosphere. All were ready to help her. Some offered to grate the coconut, some began grinding rice for dosa etc. She was quite jolly but never answered any question about her family background. Dileepan went away before we could elicit any information from him, as he was not a lodger there.
Life became enjoyable with fresh and hot dosa every morning and good tasty meals. The girl cleaned the house and even washed my cloths, probably because I was the elderly man, though I was only thirty. Others were teenagers or workers in their early youth.
One Sunday we decided to go for a picnic to Peechi dam site. I wanted to write a piece about the dam for my newspaper and carried my bag of note book and pen. Others were busy sight seeing and then enjoying drinks and eatables.
As I stood at the highest point to enjoy the scenery, the girl came and stood by my side. She did not say a single word, but her beaming face and happy look told eloquently that she cared for me I explained to her:
This dam supplies water for the whole Trichur.
About five hundred years ago, the town was a big forest. The Vadakunnatha temple of Shiva was the only place where people lived. The near by Math, where Rig veda is taught, came later. In the pitch dark, people were afraid to go alone from the temple to the Math. Even now the area is called Thekin kadu maidan, indicating the word teak forest. It was Shakthan Thampuran who cleared the whole forest around the town and built the bazaar. The herald of the temple objected; he was beheaded then and there. He built a palace also for his stay during his visit.
She attentively listened everything, but never asked anything! I tried to make her speak about herself and her family background, but failed.
Afterwards we became closer to each other. She would simply stand by, while I was busy writing. Occasionally I would start my monologue which some how I relished, because I was talking to her!
This happy period for all, ended when our press had to be closed, because of competition from those who employed better advanced technology.
All inmates left our room but I told her to stay on. By this time I had published several short stories and one novel which made quite a mark in literary circles. I thought I could survive of my own.
It was then that my father advised me to go to Bombay to join a newspaper in English. The owner was a friend of my father.
Do you like to come to Bombay with me?- I asked.
She agreed.
In Bombay we lived as husband and wife. She was not frigid, but somehow reluctant to undress. I had to use force, and naked, she looked ravishingly exciting, with her budding breasts and shapely legs.
I kissed all over her body, parting her thighs and licking the genitals, until she melted profusely, and, I was not satisfied until I had explored her central hole, which was very tight, with the hymen intact When finished, she kissed me for a long time, chewing my lips , which became swollen afterwards.
A bonny baby was born exactly 270 days after that day.
They say Gods are envious. When our daughter was seven years old, a police man came to my office and showed me a photograph. It was her photo. Do you know her? He asked.
Why, it is my wife I cried in alarm
It is about her anti-national activities that I have come to investigate- he said.
He did not allow me to use the telephone. I pleaded innocence and gave him tea and refreshments. Meanwhile, I surreptitiously placed my mobile phone in the drawer of my table and gave her a message via SMS, NEVER TO COME NEAR OUR HOUSE.
Right or wrong, I am bound to protect her.
We had a stove and things necessary for making tea and toast; but went to Pathans for meals. In those days it was a small eating place’
So we were surprised when Dileepan brought a young girl to our place, saying she was ready to work as a cook for us.
She was quite plain, but her ready smile enlightened the whole room like lightning. And her teeth were the best I have ever seen!
Where will she stay, I enquired.
Here itself, why this question? -Dileepan countered..
After some discussion, it was agreed .We never talked about her wages.
Her very presence changed the atmosphere. All were ready to help her. Some offered to grate the coconut, some began grinding rice for dosa etc. She was quite jolly but never answered any question about her family background. Dileepan went away before we could elicit any information from him, as he was not a lodger there.
Life became enjoyable with fresh and hot dosa every morning and good tasty meals. The girl cleaned the house and even washed my cloths, probably because I was the elderly man, though I was only thirty. Others were teenagers or workers in their early youth.
One Sunday we decided to go for a picnic to Peechi dam site. I wanted to write a piece about the dam for my newspaper and carried my bag of note book and pen. Others were busy sight seeing and then enjoying drinks and eatables.
As I stood at the highest point to enjoy the scenery, the girl came and stood by my side. She did not say a single word, but her beaming face and happy look told eloquently that she cared for me I explained to her:
This dam supplies water for the whole Trichur.
About five hundred years ago, the town was a big forest. The Vadakunnatha temple of Shiva was the only place where people lived. The near by Math, where Rig veda is taught, came later. In the pitch dark, people were afraid to go alone from the temple to the Math. Even now the area is called Thekin kadu maidan, indicating the word teak forest. It was Shakthan Thampuran who cleared the whole forest around the town and built the bazaar. The herald of the temple objected; he was beheaded then and there. He built a palace also for his stay during his visit.
She attentively listened everything, but never asked anything! I tried to make her speak about herself and her family background, but failed.
Afterwards we became closer to each other. She would simply stand by, while I was busy writing. Occasionally I would start my monologue which some how I relished, because I was talking to her!
This happy period for all, ended when our press had to be closed, because of competition from those who employed better advanced technology.
All inmates left our room but I told her to stay on. By this time I had published several short stories and one novel which made quite a mark in literary circles. I thought I could survive of my own.
It was then that my father advised me to go to Bombay to join a newspaper in English. The owner was a friend of my father.
Do you like to come to Bombay with me?- I asked.
She agreed.
In Bombay we lived as husband and wife. She was not frigid, but somehow reluctant to undress. I had to use force, and naked, she looked ravishingly exciting, with her budding breasts and shapely legs.
I kissed all over her body, parting her thighs and licking the genitals, until she melted profusely, and, I was not satisfied until I had explored her central hole, which was very tight, with the hymen intact When finished, she kissed me for a long time, chewing my lips , which became swollen afterwards.
A bonny baby was born exactly 270 days after that day.
They say Gods are envious. When our daughter was seven years old, a police man came to my office and showed me a photograph. It was her photo. Do you know her? He asked.
Why, it is my wife I cried in alarm
It is about her anti-national activities that I have come to investigate- he said.
He did not allow me to use the telephone. I pleaded innocence and gave him tea and refreshments. Meanwhile, I surreptitiously placed my mobile phone in the drawer of my table and gave her a message via SMS, NEVER TO COME NEAR OUR HOUSE.
Right or wrong, I am bound to protect her.
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