STORY-WRITER-Part-2

The next day, I called the bearded man on phone:”Halo Sir, yesterday it was too late nd could not invite you to see my mother. Why not come today?” He agreed and I waited impatiently. After one hour, he came and I received him  happily My mother was also  there and we talked normal things. He asked “Where is Narasu? He was my student. “

“I see; how did my daughter come to now of her?”, asked mother. Thus, it became very personal. I felt an inexplicable attraction for the old man, who has seen the world and must be the author of the story books  I liked so much. I have promised privacy and could not raise this topic.. With the permission of mother, today I accompanied him.

“Are you not single? You  must have experience of sex, which you have narrated so convincingly and excitedly. My generation like it very much.”

“It is mainly imagination. I become the character of the story and imagine things. A story  will appeal to the reader. only  if it appears to be true story. I had lived like a married man without actual marriage. She too was a journalist, like I was at that time .”

“North Indian, she must be. Here people are very conservative . I envy her.” He looked at me for some time, as if he was seeing me for the first time. I felt shy. “Shall I make food for us?” He agreed and I went to buy rice and provisions and vegetables from the near-by shop.

I requested mother to give me a scooter and met the old man, every Sunday. Mentally I married him and gave him full freedom. He is the author of the books I liked so much and confessed it to me  when we were relaxing after a --------The old man is still young in sex; I used to enjoy it with him! I began writing his biography; we became open hearted with me. “Why do you want to be a recluse?”

“If not, the press here would parade me naked in the streets.”

The biography too was published anonymously. After graduation, I became a free lance writer.