Standing on the platform eagerly waiting for the train to come was Adithya. He kept looking at his watch and found it reading 3 minutes to 6 p.m. He was getting impatient as the train carrying his mother was destined to reach at 6.Adithya looked forward to meet his mother who was joining him as his wife Rashmi had gone to her mother's house for the first time after marriage. He stood with abated breath waiting for the train to come and when he heard the shrill whistle of the train he was relieved.Adithya was pleased when he saw his mother alight. It was almost 8 months since he had last seen her and today his joy knew no bounds when he hugged his mother and welcomed her.Nanda a cherubic woman in her early forties was enchanted to see her son after a long time and seeing him her eyes were filled.Adithya carrying her luggage escorted her to his car and soon they reached his apartment. Nanda was pleased to see her son who in a span of 8 months had done wonders and was well settled in his

காலையில் எழுந்திரிக்க எட்டு மணியாகிவிட்டது. இன்று அண்ணியுடன் ஊருக்குப் போக வேண்டும். வேக வேகமாக குளித்து முடித்துவிட்டு மாடியில் இருக்கும் என் அறையிலிருந்து கீழே வந்தேன். வீட்டில் எல்லோரும் இருந்ததால் ஜமுனா அண்ணி டைனிங் டேபிளில் பிஸியாக இருந்தாள். எத்தனை மணிக்கு எழுந்தாள் என்றே தெரியவில்லை. சுத்தமாக குளித்து முடித்து அலங்காரமும் செய்துகொண்டு இள நீல நிறச்

You could blame it on the situation. The temple queue was such a crush that it was inevitable that the people in the queue were pressed together in all sorts of awkward ways.But when Srikant, an 18-year old from her neighborhood first brushed against Shobha aunty (mami) in that crowd he was guilty of allowing it to happen rather easily.He had always secretly fantasized about Shobha aunty, with her full bosom and enticing way of wearing her saree.She always showed cleavage, her face was radiant and she wore flowers in her hair -- which somehow seemed raunchy to him.She always seemed dressed to seduce; or was it just the desire in the eyes of the 18- year old boy that she looked that seductive?And when she came up against the awkward and geeky youth from in the temple crowd, she recognized him from get togethers though she did not know him by name.She immensely preferred him to the anonymous males brushing up against her and crushing against her.And not all those brushes and crushes

Chapter 07: The Women Celebrate HoliHoli, the Indian festival of colors and water was being played all over the city, and with equal gusto in Thakur Hari Singh's haveli. As festivals go Holi is the most liberating one in a society which traditionally demands restraint; at least outwardly, there is a demand to remain modest; for women not to indulge themselves; and for men to be careful in their flirtations. Married women were certainly out of bounds for any open flirtation. But not on Holi day.In fact, on Holi while the maidens are undoubtedly sought after by the young men, the greatest display of sexual energy is with the married women. You can often see them kissing openly, allowing their wet bodies (wet from the water splashed around at Holi) to be ogled, letting themselves be groped in stairways and corridors and indulging in the man or men that might be their fancy, but are socially out of bounds.Some of this sudden loss of inhibition is also from drinking bhaang, an intoxicating

நான் ஸ்கூல்ல படிக்கும்போதே எனக்கு விளம்பரத்துல மாடலா நடிக்கிற வாய்ப்பு வந்துச்சு. அப்பா விளம்பர கம்பெனியில ஆர்ட் டைரக்டரா இருந்ததுனால அப்பா கூட பல விளம்பர கம்பெனிக்கு போகும்போது அவங்களே விளம்பரத்துல நடிக்க கூப்பிட்டாங்க. ஆனா முதல்ல அப்பா, படிக்கிற பொண்ணுனு தயங்கினாரு. அப்புறம் ஸ்கூல் வயசு சிறுமிகளுக்கான மாடலிங் நடப்ப தான். புகைப்படங்கள் மட்டும் விளம்பரங்களில்

She had been sleeping in front of the T.V. So had the others. But they had all felt sleepy at different points in time and gone to bed.Shobha and Kumar had come visiting to the house of Gopal and Dipti. They had a nineteen year old son, Ajay. The movie which they had been watching was a murder story but it had some erotic scenes. Ajay, the son had left when a passionate and intense lovemaking scene had come on. Gopal and Dipti, the boy's parents, froze when that scene had come up and the young man had been discreet enough to leave.The house had all the bedrooms upstairs and ever since they had arrived earlier in the evening no one had gone upstairs. The servants had carried luggage up and Gopal and Kumar had poured drinks. The women drank too, though the family as a whole was kept conservative under the watchful eyes of the parents. The women wore sindoor and mangalsutra and wore sarees in a traditional way, covering their head whenever elders were around. For Shobha, Gopal was an

என்னவென்றே தெரியவில்லை. எனக்கு அன்று நெடுநேரம் ஆகியும்தூக்கமே வரவில்லை. கண்களை லேசாக திறந்து வைத்தபடி, அருகில் படுத்துக்கிடந்தஎன் மனைவியையே பார்த்துக்கொண்டு இருந்தேன். இரவு விளக்கின் மெல்லியவெளிச்சத்தில் என் மனைவி வித்யாவின் அரை நிர்வாண உடல் மின்னிக்கொண்டுஇருந்தது. கொஞ்ச நேரத்திற்கு முன்னால் நான் சப்பிய அவளுடைய முலைகளில் ஒன்றைமட்டும் அள்ளி ஜாக்கெட்டுக்குள்

ஊரிலிருந்து திரும்பிக் காரிலிருந்து இறங்கி நானும் என் மனைவியும் வீட்டுக்குள் சென்றோம். என் மனைவி அவசர அவசரமாக பாத்ரூமை நோக்கிச் செல்ல, நான் வழி மறித்தேன்."என்னங்க இது, குழந்தை மாதிரி. வழி விடுங்க. நான் அர்ஜெண்ட்டா ஒண்ணுக்குப் போகணும்.""அது எனக்குத் தெரியும். எனக்குக் குடுக்க வேண்டியதைக் குடுத்துட்டுப் போ. இல்லைன்னா நானும் கூட வர்றேன்." "என்னங்க, இது தகராறாப் போச்சு.