“Oh! You got married and you didn’t tell me?”- That was Jo, my class mate in the college. I used to coach him in mathematics and often stayed in his hostel room. His father was a business man and he was free with pocket money.
“What marriage. An uncle of my mother came and took me to a remote vllage and told me to marry a girl. It was her father, a farmer, whom I casually met in the train, that proposed this marriage. During the journey, he asked me many things about my whereabouts and liked me. That is all.
How did you know about my marriage”
“My sister told me. She used to see your mother”
“Ma works as maid servant in some houses and do tailoring in spare time to meet my expenses. It is her wish to make me a big man. I do not remember my father. Ma never says anything about him”
“I want to see your wife”
“It is difficult. You have to walk four miles through a deep narrow channel, which becomes a canal in the rainy season. I was too tired when I reached there; my father-in-law waited at Thalassery for me. I saw the girl and after tea etc, I went for a bath in the pond. There was no bath room. But I enjoyed the dip in the open pond.
At about three, we exchanged garlands and we were married”
“Did you like the girl? Is she beautiful?”
“She is dark and slim; but her eyes are black and have an irresistible charm.”
I continued: “She works in the kitchen and looks after the rice cultivation. They have a few acres of land and plenty of coconuts, arecanuts, pepper etc.
I could not talk to her until we were in the bed room.”
After I finished graduation, I joined M.Sc. Afterwards, I got a job in Gujarat. In the meantime a boy was born. We all had a happy time when Ma too was with me. Earlier, she was with my wife’s family as mother-in-law was ill most of the time.
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Alas! Happy times fly away. Mother-in-law died and wife was forced to go home. The separation was unbearable, as my love for her deepened each passing day. The second blow came, when father-in-law too left us. I had to resign my job.
At home I felt bored, as the estate was well managed by Susheela, my wife. I took care of our son’s education. He proved to be a genius. Wherever he studied, he was a topper. After obtaining doctorate in economics, he became adviser in a bank in America and married a white woman, against our wishes.
In the meantime, I took up am assignment in Burma and was almost cut off from home, as Susheela was poor in communication. Jo used to frequent our home. He had bought a rubber plantation at Talassery and our old cahannel had become a motorable road, though still very uncomfortable . It was from him that I heard that my sn had come there and was asking for money to set up a business in America. My wife rightly refused to give it. He gave me his sister Celina’s address. She was engaged in proselytarion work in Burma!
I rang her up and we met in a restaurant in Rangoon.
I had forgotten her face, as she was a junior student in our college. Jo casually introduce her to me.
She was over enthused to see me. I too was struck with her beauty.
Oh! I am ready to be a Christian, just to marry you- I joked.
She became serious. She said gravely:”I loved you at first sight. But you never looked at girls, when we were in the college. I resisted attempts by by father to get me married, as I wished to marry you only.
Why did you marry Susheela?”
I explained the circumstances of our marriage. She sighed and blamed fate. I invited her to stay in my house, which was quite spacious.
Soon we were together and I began to feel less home sick…
A shcking letter came from Jo. My son managed to get a power of attorney from mother-in-law, who was the sole inheritor of the whole estate. Susheela became furious and wanted me to come home.
I phoned her up and told my helplessness.
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Celina was good in house keeping. She took care of me. She even shaved my beard, as I was often reluctant and lazy to do it. Several times I wanted to come closer to her; but she firmly resisted my advances.
One day we went on a picnic At her instance, we went to a pagoda. There were few devotees. In the garden outside, we sat and talked. I put my hand around her neck and pressed her hard, till I lost all control and ……I inserted my hand inside her underwer and tickled her clitoris. She became a sex bomb and pulled down my pants.
Thereafter, it became a routine.
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One day we were informed that my son and his wife were killed in an accident. Celina suspected Jo’s hand in it, to save the estate .
Would Susheela have connived at it?
I felt very depressed. After all it was my son.
Celina was my only comfort.
How did you know about my marriage”
“My sister told me. She used to see your mother”
“Ma works as maid servant in some houses and do tailoring in spare time to meet my expenses. It is her wish to make me a big man. I do not remember my father. Ma never says anything about him”
“I want to see your wife”
“It is difficult. You have to walk four miles through a deep narrow channel, which becomes a canal in the rainy season. I was too tired when I reached there; my father-in-law waited at Thalassery for me. I saw the girl and after tea etc, I went for a bath in the pond. There was no bath room. But I enjoyed the dip in the open pond.
At about three, we exchanged garlands and we were married”
“Did you like the girl? Is she beautiful?”
“She is dark and slim; but her eyes are black and have an irresistible charm.”
I continued: “She works in the kitchen and looks after the rice cultivation. They have a few acres of land and plenty of coconuts, arecanuts, pepper etc.
I could not talk to her until we were in the bed room.”
After I finished graduation, I joined M.Sc. Afterwards, I got a job in Gujarat. In the meantime a boy was born. We all had a happy time when Ma too was with me. Earlier, she was with my wife’s family as mother-in-law was ill most of the time.
Xxxxxxxxxxxxx
Alas! Happy times fly away. Mother-in-law died and wife was forced to go home. The separation was unbearable, as my love for her deepened each passing day. The second blow came, when father-in-law too left us. I had to resign my job.
At home I felt bored, as the estate was well managed by Susheela, my wife. I took care of our son’s education. He proved to be a genius. Wherever he studied, he was a topper. After obtaining doctorate in economics, he became adviser in a bank in America and married a white woman, against our wishes.
In the meantime, I took up am assignment in Burma and was almost cut off from home, as Susheela was poor in communication. Jo used to frequent our home. He had bought a rubber plantation at Talassery and our old cahannel had become a motorable road, though still very uncomfortable . It was from him that I heard that my sn had come there and was asking for money to set up a business in America. My wife rightly refused to give it. He gave me his sister Celina’s address. She was engaged in proselytarion work in Burma!
I rang her up and we met in a restaurant in Rangoon.
I had forgotten her face, as she was a junior student in our college. Jo casually introduce her to me.
She was over enthused to see me. I too was struck with her beauty.
Oh! I am ready to be a Christian, just to marry you- I joked.
She became serious. She said gravely:”I loved you at first sight. But you never looked at girls, when we were in the college. I resisted attempts by by father to get me married, as I wished to marry you only.
Why did you marry Susheela?”
I explained the circumstances of our marriage. She sighed and blamed fate. I invited her to stay in my house, which was quite spacious.
Soon we were together and I began to feel less home sick…
A shcking letter came from Jo. My son managed to get a power of attorney from mother-in-law, who was the sole inheritor of the whole estate. Susheela became furious and wanted me to come home.
I phoned her up and told my helplessness.
Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Celina was good in house keeping. She took care of me. She even shaved my beard, as I was often reluctant and lazy to do it. Several times I wanted to come closer to her; but she firmly resisted my advances.
One day we went on a picnic At her instance, we went to a pagoda. There were few devotees. In the garden outside, we sat and talked. I put my hand around her neck and pressed her hard, till I lost all control and ……I inserted my hand inside her underwer and tickled her clitoris. She became a sex bomb and pulled down my pants.
Thereafter, it became a routine.
Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
One day we were informed that my son and his wife were killed in an accident. Celina suspected Jo’s hand in it, to save the estate .
Would Susheela have connived at it?
I felt very depressed. After all it was my son.
Celina was my only comfort.
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