STORY-MY PARU

W e are of the same age. At twelve, she became mature as a woman. I was big, but I had no hair on my body; she laughed, saying I am only a child.

“Lie down here and I will show you.” She took me to the bush and lay down and pulled up her frock. I was excited. My thing became big and I knew what to do. Thereafter it continued, till I joined the army, at the age of twenty. In the army, we first went to Assam, during the second World War. When the enemy took Burma and came near the border, we withdrew to Bihar. I was given leave and came home.

My mother was ready and we went to see a girl. I liked her and we wet ahead, as my leave was limited to ten days. I told her, I am not in a position to take her with me. She cried, but agreed:”Dear, next time, I will get quarter, when I become Naib Subedar; please wait till then.”

I managed to have a ‘meeting’ with Paru.  I told her the same story. When my wife comes with me, she too will come.

In my next visit, we had to take our baby girl too with us. Paru with me, I had no worry. This time my posting was in Goa. We had a fabulous time, the best in my view. There were other Malayalee soldiers also and Paru was clever enough to rope in one. It became urgent as my seed was growing in her womb. Her husband thanked me !

The two babies became friends, one boy and the other(Paru’s)a girl .

The war ended. I was retrenched with pension. Paru managed to set up a tea stall in Panaji itself. By this time, she had many friends and she decided to stay there. We (my family) came back in the village. I got a job as watchman in a company. With my pension, I could manage comfortably. I put the boy in  convent school; his mother too worked there. When the boy was due to be enrolled in the college , I took him to Goa, as he wanted to study oceanography.

I was strolling along the coast, when a beautiful girl in Goani dress, attracted my attention. There are any number of cal girls there and I decided to try. I whistled and when she came , showed her a hundred rupee note. She came close and held my hand:”Even if old, you look like the man, whom my mother used to talk about.”

“What is the name of your mother?”

“Paru”