Uma continued to interrupt me, with her questions. But I stopped her from interrupting me. And I continued my narration of my experiences with Remani ... and so it went on.
I continued to visit my home regularly, twice a month. My visits were mostly aimed at meeting Remani. However, I could not make any intimate interactions with her. But I used to talk to her. My GM was sick those days, and was not active as she used to be a couple of years back. My interactions with Remani was solely of chats, and I remember how warm our chats were. At the kitchen, at the dining, and in the courtyards. I could feel the warmth even now ! She was so nice a girl.. so loving… caring.. and extremely nice to me. She had a special attention to my personal needs. And by this time, Remani was the master of the house, as other family members were out of that place for work or for other reasons. Remani was solely looking after my GM , and the home.
A few years later, (sometime in 1977) , my frequency of visits diminished. Even if I’m there at home, I didn’t get enough opportunities to interact with Remani. Other family members – my mother, brother, uncle, or someone else - were the deterrents. During the end of that year (must be the Christmas holidays ?), I reached home on an evening. My GM was sick and was lying in her room. Remani was there, taking care of GM’s needs.
I sat with my GM for sometime, and went for a bath. When I returned after the bath, Remani was reciting Keerthans , in front of the Nilavilakku. She didn’t care me even. I went to my room, started reading the Malayalam magazines (which my uncle subscribes to). May be at around 8 pm, Remani came and called for dinner. I went in to the dining and found Remani waiting for me with Kanji and ancilliaries (chutney, pappadom, payar thoran, manga pickle .. wwhhaaaa what a tasty food… that too with Remani’s kaippunyam !). While I was with my Kanji, Remani stood opposite to me .. and chatting. I was asking her about GM and other household details. She was very pleasant and answering my queries. My attention went into her details. She was wearing a long paavaada and a blouse. The blouse was not that long, but just a little up her waist. A bit of her belly was visible. She had her hair put up and tied at the back of her head (as used to be by the ladies while at home). She was wearing a few ‘kuppy valakal’. She stood leaning back on the wall, as she talked to me. My eyes were massaging her all over… she must have got my message.. may be that she smiled and nodded her head in negation (meaning don’t look at me so ..). On finishing my kanji, I woke up and walked out to the wash. The wash area was poorly lit, as the light there was not put on . I washed and turned back. Remain was just behind me with the plates.. for her to wash them. She waited for me to move away and give way for her. But I stopped in front of her.. and looked at her eyes. A few moments passed and then I pulled her close to me . In the rapid action, the plates fell down.. with loud metallic sound. I pulled her close and embraced her. She was trying to pull out .. as she was scared .. of Gm.. and the sound..
“What’s there ?” GM asked from her room. “Nothing… the plates fell from my hands.. nothing… I’ll wash and come now … “ said Remani a bit loud to my GM. We both stood there waiting for any further query from GM. But nothing followed… and I pulled her again and embraced.. and kissed her all over her face.. on the forehead.. on the nose..on the cheeks ..the ears.. and the lips. Deep kisses.. my tongue ploughed into her mouth and she too bit my lips. My hands were fondling her tight boobs … I tried to remove her blouse.. she said “no… ammoomma…” But I managed to remove one pin from her blouse front.. and my hand went in the blouse… she had the bodice (not the bra ) .. I caught her boobs over the bodice.. and tried to untie her bodice. The knot is between the boobs.. but she declined to untie.. and the kissing went on.. for some time....embraced. For these few minutes.. we both were forgotten ourselves.. and so hot… my hands were searching her butts.. I could feel her thaar inside and the knot at the back. I tried to pull up the paavaada.. slowly I lifted the paavaada with my right hand.. holding her with my left hand.. slowly it raised and I could access her thaar.. I caressed her thaaar front and tried to finger her slits. The thaaar was so tight, I couldnot enter my fingers.. I went in for the rear knot..it was very difficult to remove the knot.. and the thaar flap fell down….
“Remaniiii….” Oh..GM is calling.. we were shocked to hear that call.. Remani suddenly released herself from my grip.. and said “Yes..coming ammoomma..”.
She said to me “Go..” and she went in to the kitchen. I walked away through the verandah .... to my room..
The whole night I was dreaming of playing with Remani.
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