Uma’s not here now. She has been summoned by her father, and so she left for Vaikom on Tuesday last. She’s there with her father and Padma, her Kunjamma.
Padma,I am sure, made Vasu to summon Uma. It’s on Padma’sinterest, and it looks, Vasu ‘s not in the game.
I told you earlier, Vasu is a pious person (Paavam Vasu ! ). Else he won’t havepermitted Uma being left with me. Now that Uma started independence moves, and being tough with her father, Vasu had no choice but to leave her as she demands. But Padma still attempts to keep Vasu in her stride (or better to say, in her command). And that’s why, I said, it’s all Padma’s game.
I just had a chat with Uma over her phone. She told me that she’s not in the vicinity of Padma and is talking to me (from their large campus corner). She complained that both Padma and Vasu are spying her of all her movements and conversations. She said “something’s cooking.. ”and feels lonely there.
But what ? What’s happening there? I don’t dare to interfere now, as it’s Vasu’s internal family matter. At the same time, I am worried as it matters Uma most. I don’t dare to guess their next move right now. May be that I’llhave to wait for Uma’s next call. But, what’s Padma upto ? Let me wait and watch .
I am dry .... the stream of love and affection is dry ... I am awaiting that stream ... I'll find a way to get back my paalaazhy of love and affection ..... Now, I am but to wait ! My only relief is the thaaar thorthu she left with me on tuesday morning !
Uma was keen to listen me , on my talk on the eco-friendly garments. On listening my descriptions, Uma said "Maamma, ... you and I are the most eco friendly... ". She's right. She wanted me to elaborate. Here's what I did.
“If you don’t know what’s in your knickers, should you be wearing them ? “. This is a question from a film on lingerie (underwears). The context is that , the modern trend in fashionable lingerie is going ‘organic’ and ‘green’. Now that the stress is on ‘organic’ lingerie, we say the ‘Green Lingerie”.Ask yourself : “How green is your underwear?” . It would, most likely, be synthetic, if you are ‘modern’. As you know, modern underwears are made of synthetic materials. They pose a lot of problems. So, if you think you are modern and fashionable, you may be with modern synthetic underwesrs. You are inviting many problems.
Here is the greatness of our konakam and thaar. Both are fully ‘green’. There’s nothing synthetic about it. And so, is fully natural and organic.
Modern fashion, by default, is synthetic. Efforts to make it ‘eco-friendly’ is a new trend. Here comes ‘eco-friendly’ underwears !
If you are with your konakam or thaar, be proud that you have “eco-friendly’ lingerie, and so YOU are eco-friendly. The fashion world calls it “eco-sexy” !!
Are you eco-sexy ? You are, if you have eco-friendly garments (including eco-friendly underwears).
So, all thaar wearers, all konakam wearers, be proud that you are the most modern. Just because you are eco-sexy (you have eco friendly (Green) underwears ).
Uma asked me why the picture is so great (that I put here) ? I said nothing ! But it's a sign of Indo-American friendship. { While I told her this comment, my eyes were scanning inside the white knickers }
Uma used to say "saree and blouse is the most 'attractive and beautiful' dress for women". I agree with her. But with the modern fashion trends, I add an adjective too. "sexy" ! Yeah.. Saree and blouse is the most sexy dress ! Would you agree with Uma and me ?
Uma says, it's very easy to make blouse for the modern girls. I asked her "How come that ?". She said, to make a blouse, you take a sized bra, and attach some art work. It's a blouse then ! I agreed to her. I am sure you too would. Just look at the new blouses !!
However, I pointed out that it's 'blouse-less' age coming up. The last picture is an indication of that.
Uma, earlier snapped me with my Konakam. You can see some of them in my earlier posts. However, last day she stressed her taste on this 'iconic male' garment. Then I remembered my membership in a yahoo group {konakam group}. There are a few good pictures, focussing konakams, in this group. I just picked up a few for you to see and ... enjoy.
Uma, on commenting about Nonstiched's points, got on to Anonymous. She says, 'Anonymous' must be a "payyan' thrilled on our heritage items. Dear Anonymous, did you see the couple of shots I posted earlier on konakams. If not, please look for the same here. It's so beautiful a piece of erotic material. And I suggest, you wear one, always, where ever you are. It would do a lot good for you. More over, it creates a "feel-good" factor in your daily life. So... go for it ... All... And about Kaarthi's pani, ... yes, you guessed it right ... But I wonder how this particular event changes the girls ! They become , all of a sudden, sexy by look and sexy by their thoughts. That's what happened to Karthy.
Uma, just a few minutes ago, asked me to convey her good wishes to Mr. Nonstiched. Thank you, Nonstiched. THANK YOU for the great mind, and your appreciation of my views. Yes... we are certainly one, as regards the concept and practice of "non-stiched". I am a practitioner of a non-stitched , and Uma too (as you would, by this time, get it). Let's all say 'hurray ... hurray ... for all those non-stiched. More over, I conceive and appreciate better your Id now, than I could do it a few minutes ago. Great ... and THANK YOU again.
I am also thankful to you for your suggestion, on some of the pictures. Kindly watch me for some more time, and if I break the barriers, please warn me. But all those already posted ... I think it's Ok ... na ? I shall control myself , to post nude pictures, only if there's something very special and demanding.
Are you practicing 'non-stitched' ? ....
A bit more ... As I was writing the above post, Uma called me and asked about the post . I said I promised Nonstiched to keep my barriers safe. She asked me ... " Where's the boundary ? What's the limit ? ". I said "I don't know exactly ! It's a bit fuzzy ! ".
Uma is scared now. She doubts whether someone would ask whether the butts below (with thaar) ....... . I said that doesn't matter. Let everyone dream (fantacise) the way they like. So what ? But she's a bit shy about that. But the message is about the knots. Here are a few snaps showing you the knots. As I told you earlier, the knots are a safety mechanism. And it certainly locks.
Uma was surprised. When discussing the need for knots, I happened to tell her about an incident, which I read a few years ago.
I remember, a book written by a Keralite lady, published during early 1980s, had the narration of a ship wreckage. She was on എ voyage (may be she's the wife of a crew member ! ? ) and the ship broke. It was sinking. All the passengers and crew had only an option, to jump into the sea and swim for life. She wrote that, she prepared herself to jump and swim. She took a saree, tore it of a mundu size, and she did a tight thaar. The reason, she wrote, is that the thaar could protect both her holes below. The pussy, in particular, may cause some water to go in while swimming. { the swimming action could pump in some water, if the muscles are not strong enough }. This lady had to struggle swimming for long time, and she and some of her co-passengers were later rescued by a rescue ship.
See... how thaar helped her save herself !
Panties, on the other hand, is not a tight protector. It's only just a cover. It won't protect your systems, the way the thaar does.
Uma requests all ladies to note. and all gentlemen to teach their women on the 'life-saving' aspects too.
Uma gave me a good explanation about the knots. Ofcourse, I knew it. However, I asked Uma, about its specific purpose. Uma, then, asked me to give this briefing to Smt. Jayamma, and others .
The knots, keeps the thaar firm and tight. Without the knot, the thaar would get loosened over a period of time. It also depends on the body movements too. Bow down two times, and the thaar (without knots) would get loosened (killing its very purpose of keeping tight).
Thaar is a multipurpose garment ("device' ). One of the purposes is as a 'chastity belt (lock)'. The thaar, if worn right, protects the pussy from exposure and easy approach. It cannot be easily openedup. It requires the willingness of the lady to open up. Or else, it would call for a physical aggression and much efforts to openup. The knot at the two ends of the thaar mundu does the trick. The magic knots !! I shall try to put a few snaps detailing the technique. ( in two days' time, I hope Uma would help me !! ). Please keep tracking me.
Now, you know well, that the heaven is protected my two magic knots.
Uma asked me 'what do you mean by that name - Nonstiched ?'. I said its a very unique Id. And may be this man must be so open (in his mind, I mean ) that he keeps all his openings nonstiched ( aka nonclosed). He keeps all his 'options open'. {like our Foreign Minister says it everyday !}. Am I right, Mr. Nonstiched ? But that's not the issue here. Let me right now say a big "THANKS" to Mr. Nonstiched for his comments, and suggestions. And I invite more of that sort. May I request your critical attention now ! Then come along...
I am a fan of thaar (onnara), the southern style. I am student of thaar, now trying to learn about Malabar thaar (Onnara) style. My associate, Uma, is a preponent of this beautiful garment and is a practitioner. She enjoys every aspect of the thaar - its traditional values, comfort, beauty, and the sexual sensitivities. Not only that I am a fan, I am an addict on this too. Uma helps me in tasting all its aspects. And I do enjoy that well. This is all the more important, as I am used to experiencing it right from my childhood. Thaar has a firm imprint in my mind; it entertains me and I apply all my senses to it. All my sensory organs sense the thaar characteristics, and so my feel about thaar is multidimensional.
Now, about the malayalam script. I understand your difficulty to read the malayalam script. Yeah... I'll try to put manglish script (in addition to Malayalam scripts, which I started using recently). About "other pictures and writeups". I appreciate your concern, and thank you for the suggestion. I think I have to make a bit long explanatory note on this.
If you look at my blog posts, you may observe that all my posts are centred around Uma, my associate. My focus of the subject itself is Uma. Thaar being an intimate element of our innocent relationship, I am writing on that. It's a very powerful element in my Uma affairs. She, but motivates me to touch upon and reveal many related aspects of an innocent man-woman relationship. She throws me subjects, she prompts me words and experiences, and she is the reason for all my revelations here. Again, if you look at the posts, you can find that, of late, a few "hard' pictures are put. This is not unintentional. Uma asked me certain questions to clarify ( she is basically a village lady, and is not aware of many of the things in life now... she's learning now !) and I had to answer them, and a few 'hard core' pictures were essential. I thought I'll share all that with you all. As you may find them, the pictures are very unique, and are not just "pornographic material". They are nude pictures. But, I didn't find them too bad for being shown. {This is certainly a blog for adults only }.
And about a blog 'exclusive for Onnara and Konakam'. I think it's better to deal them here itself. I am sure you'll relish it. It's all tasty stuff for all of you, ladies and gentlemen ! And all my revelations are honest life experiences. I don't intent to hurt the feelings of anyone. That's why I think this is alright.
May I request all my lady readers ... should I remove the 'hard pictures' from my earlier posts, as Nonstiched suggested ??? Uma however is undecided. She awaits your further comments.
Uma could not make a clear distinction. I did show her Mrs.Jeyamma's comment about the mundu-thurthu distinction. I made an explanation on this to Uma. She listened to me carefully, and finally I asked her : ".. is this right ? ... " . She said "yes... ofcourse ... But Maamma, the problem is not really the distinction, its about the coloquial terminology ...". However, I thought I must make an attempt to clarify, the way I understand. So ......
"Thaar mundu" is a full sized, single ply mundu. It may be 'mulmul' type or handwoven (handloom). Mulmul cloth is not preferred, as it is polished, and does not stay tight. It gets loose quickly, on its glazed finish. The absorption properties are poor. However, ladies in central Travancore use it, even now. { This will necessitate the lady to tighten up her thaar frequently}. Handloom mundu is preferred, as it has the grip (non-glazed) and so retains the tightness. The absorption properties are very good. Thaar mundu is full sized. The width extends from waist level to the feet. Therefore, to wear the thaar, the mundu is worn with 'njori' at the waist level (which would extend now upto the ankle, below the knee level) while waist is tucked in. This , however, makes the thaar comfortable at waist level ( with wider band like fit at waist). Rest of the wearing is common. When worn, the triangular tips of the thaar will extend almost down to the ankles. For some, the tips are visible when she walks.
"Thaar thorthu" is a shorter version of the mundu. It's full long, but less wide. It's only of handloom (though some ladies, I have seen, make a low width thorthu of mulmul). When worn, it extends from waist down to the knee level. The cloth being thinner (than the mulmul), it's more comfortable. The greatest advantage is that the thaar, when worn, won't be visible below the knees. However, it's too tight at waist level, as much 'njori' won't be there. This is the most common among ladies who go out. {At home, it doesn't matter, the tips being seen ! }. Uma uses this kind.
I invite all my readers interested in this to look at my earlier posts, with pictures of the thaar thorthu.
And regarding 'Onnara mundu'. It's the same as thaar mundu {as far as the Travancore style is concerned}.
Uma made me sit and tell her about Karthi, my first partner. Here goes my experiences, which I just shred with Uma. I wrote this partly before and partly after my session with Uma.
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I did my primary schooling (upto class 4) in a local Primary School. A mixed school in every sense, gender, religion, and castes. This was about 2 KM away from home. I used to go by walk, alone, to the school. I’d leave home by 8 / 8.15 AM, and reach the school by about 9. That’s too early for the classes to begin at 10 am.
I was in my 4th standard. A few students, boys and girls, used to reach the school very early, like I do. They all spend time playing in the school ground. The class room was in an open shed, with half walls around, and thatched roof. I was quite an introvert, and used to sit in the class while all other boys go to the ground for playing. That’s true with girls too. Most of the girls too would be playing, until the first bell rings.
I was a lean and short boy, looking smaller than the class mates. So, I was a boy among the boys. I used to wear a khakhi color knicker and a white shirt (that’s the school uniform). I had my konakam underneath always ( as all in my famly have that). Other students did not have such an element in them. They wore only knicker and nothing inside. This I learnt by my observation during ‘pissing’ intervals. When those boys just lift their knicker trunks and pull out the dick to piss, I had to untie my konakam and then take out my dick. Many boys used to make fun of me, and some even pulled my konakavaal. Those days, I was not knowing the technique of locking the konakam, and so it was just loose. A slight pull on the konakavaal, and it comes out. Thus I had many difficult times, and had to pull down my knicker to wear the konakam again. There was no closed toilets, all boys used to piss in the open air , at the far end of the ground. Some boys used to shout and make fun. I felt too bad those days.
Girls too didn’t have any closed toilets. They were pissing at the corner of the ground, and beside the compound wall (kayyaala). From the ground, boys could see them pissing.
Karthyanikutty, called by her pet name Kaarthi, was my class mate. She too used to be one of the firsts to reach the school. She, in fact was, looking much taller and fatter than other girls in the class. She had a paavada, with lot of frills (churukku), and a long blouse. She blouse was very tight fitting, with safety pins. I remember, she had a neyyappam style boobs. And I think she had only one or two blouses and paavaada only. She too used to sit in the class, and not going for playing in the ground. Thus I had a company in the class during that one hour. Being a introvert, I never took initiative to make friendship with her. In fact, Karthianikutty took the initiative and made a friendship with me. She used to come and sit beside me on the bench, and chat. I was only at the receiving end and I had to answer everything. She used to bring nellikka, pulinchi, chethypazham, and items of that sort. She shared those with me, and I enjoyed them. Over a few days (weeks ?), we became very good friends. I remember, one day, I gifted her a pencil (only to tell at home that it’s lost !). And we were thick friends !
Later on a day, we only were in the class room. She went behind the black board, and I could see her lifting the paavaada and redoing her thaar. I understood that she is wearing a thaar ! Then she pulled her paavaada down and returned to me. She smiled. And I said “ അമ്മേം സരസൂം ഇങ്ങനെയാ.. ഞാന് കണ്ടിട്ടുണ്ട്..."
Karthi continued "ഞാന്ഇപ്പൊ ഇങ്ങനെയാ.. അമ്മ ഉടുപ്പിച്ചു തരും ... ….. കഴിഞ്ഞ ആഴ്ച എനിക്ക് പനി വന്ന ശേഷം…”
I heard all her explanations (but didn’t understand it’s interpretations ).
On the following days, I’ve seen her doing this in the morning session. I was very keen to look at her doing it .. and on a day I too went behind the black board to take a close look. Karthi smiled and did not make any comment.
Then on, I was at the class room quite early, expecting her arrival, and subsequent behind-the-board activity. I was too anxious to wait for this to happen. When it goes on, I could feel some movements in my konakam and felt a bit ‘ikkili’.One day, while the show was on, my konakam failed and my dick came out, it was stiff and erect. I felt bad, and just sat on the bench. Next day onwards, I was very careful in wearing my konakam. I remembered how my Grand Father used to wear it . He puts a deeper front flap and has two turns (usually just one turn) at the back around the aranjaanam.
{ Those days, wearing under garments was not a very secretive action at my home. I have seen my grand father and father wearing konakam, my grand mother and mother wearing thaar. It’s a usual one and nobody had any need of secrecy or shy in that. }
Next day onwards, I was particular to maintain tightness of my konakam.
During the second term ( I think so), it was an examination day. I was present early as usual, and Karthi came in. She left her books (sanchi) on her bench and came to me. She sat very close to me, by my left. She started chatting … and at some point , she put her hands on my thigh. She was rubbing on my thigh and it slowly moved up. She slowly took her hand through the gap in my trouser and thigh and touched my konakam. She slowly gripped it and asked “കുട്ടന് കോണകം ഉടുക്കുമോ …“
"ഉം ” I said.
“കാണിച്ചു തരാമോ .. ?” she asked me.
“അയ്യോ … വേണ്ട … എന്തിനാ..” I asked her.
“നീ എന്റെ താര് കണ്ടില്ലേ ?… നിന്റെ കോണകം എനിക്കും കാണിച്ചു താ..” she was firm. I was trapped. She continued “ കാനിചില്ലേല് നീ എന്റെ താര് നോക്കി എന്ന് ഞാന് പറഞ്ഞുകൊടുക്കും..” It was a threat. I didn’t respond, as I didn’t know what was wrong. I thought I did a mistake, and to cover up that, I agreed , and said.
“ശരി… “. She, holding on my hand, pulled me behind-the board. I slowly lifted the knicker trunk, but she could not see well. She asked me to remove the buttons and pull down the knicker. I did it. Afraid, I was crying . She saw my konakam, and she just held on my konakam. സ്കാരെദ്, I pulled up the knicker, and buttoned. I ran back to my bench.
This repeated on the next day too, and many other days (if none is in the class). Her grip on my konakam became stronger and one day, she pulled out my dick. I could not put back my dick in the konakam, as the konakam came out. It was out, until I went for the next pissing, and made it alright.
This repeated many a time. Karthi was smart to time the event such that no one caught us.
Uma could not believe my story. I was telling her about my experience with Karthyanikutty, my class mate. Uma made fun of me and said "you are just writing a short story... just good enough for a kochupustakam.. ". But I stressed the point. What I tell you and what I wrote here are not mere fantacies, but are true life experiences. That's why I told you in one of my earlier posts that this blog is very much autobiographic. Uma happened to be a catalyst for my autobiographic blog. But all that's here is not history. It's all the present too. Uma knows well that I don't bluff on any, that too on these kind of experiences. She's now convinced that I am not just fantacising, but are all true and honest personal experiences.
Devechi is still at my home town. I meet her , may be, once in a couple of years. During 2007 Onam, I had been to their place, and met her. She is now a fatty (but still padmini ) lady, without much changes in her look and attitudes. Remani, you know, who is right now the lady caretaker (sorry, I can't call her my home maker !) at home, was my intimate associate . I met her at my age of 19, and Remani just 15. I have come a long way from those days, and Remani too. However, even today, Remani is mine, but not her husband. And she loves me too. We just romance now .. that's all. She spends almost 12 hours a day with us at my home. Uma came in to my life .. unexpected, just over an year back. Unknowingly Uma became a part of my present life. This's all truth. It's all destiny. Who doesn't know all that ?
Now that Uma is eager to listen me on my first experiences with Karthyanikutty, I'll spend an hour tonight . I shall try to post a summary of those experiences tonight.
Uma is keen to track 'thattudutha pennu'. As she says " തറ്റുടുത്ത പെണ്ണിന് പിന്നാലെ". That's why she asked me to look at the blog { Beautiful one from Smt. Devu } yesterday night and also today morning. She is keen to read postings from Smt. Devu. Uma read Devu's and Jayamma's comments/reply more than once. She is now asking for more information. I said we'll ask Devu madam. Let me list down some of Uma's queries here.
1. How to wear the Malabar type thaar ( which Jayamma too hinted at, and looks a bit complex). Uma is not aware of how to do this. Please help ! may be some snaps ? 2. What are the other types of thaar ? ( Uma knows only madithaar, and its variants } 3. As a school girl, Uma says, Devu madam must have had very active experiences. Uma requests Devu madam to post more of those days. { Uma also asked me to make revelations of my school days, and she is very adament that I must write first about Kalyanikutty (my class mate and first sex associate). I shall do that in a few days. } 4. Regarding the thirandu kalyanam and the first thaaruduppickal, we are surprised that it was done on the river bank in the public ! Everyone was looking at ? You had only a thaar, and nothing else ? Really ? Devu madam, did I understand that right ?
And now, a request to Jayamma. Jayamma, please write more comments. Your sensual comments on the experiences are excellent. ....
Sorry, I am bit busy with my office work. I shall get back to you when I am free, or at the evening... for more .... ........
Uma is fine now. She is back in action. Yesterday was Makaram 1, Makaravilakku. As for any other auspicious day, she wanted to go to the temple, early morning. That's why she made me wakeup a bit early. That's by about 5.30 am. Uma must have woke up by 5 am. That's why, she after her bath and rituals (lighting the nilavilakku, etc..) could wake me up by 5.30. My readers would recollect that, she had the practice of gifting me a special one, every morning, for me to get the olfactory pleasures of the most erotic garment of the malayali woman. But now, that practice is stopped. I don't remember how it did stop, but I think it was when she went home (Vaikom) last time. On her waking me up, she reminded me to get ready for the temple. I followed. After my morning routines, I got ready by abt 6.15 am , and went down to the drawing. Remani was already in the kitchen. So, I went ther and met Remani. She was busy cooking, and she looked very gracious... in her settu mundu and chandana kury. She asked me " ചേട്ടന് കാപ്പി വേണോ .. ?' to which I negated. "I'll be back for breakfast in an hour .... Where's Uma " I asked. "അവിടെ ... കുളിമുറിയില് കാണും " she said . I went to Uma's room. She was not in the room, but the bath room noise told me that she's there. I waited there standing, until in minute, she returned. Uma came out from the bath with a towel wrapped on . "മാമ്മാ..." she exclaimed. I smiled and waited for her next response. I knew she would start dressing up now, as I could see a set of garments on her bed. With a naughty smile , she said slowly .."നോക്കല്ലേ ..." and removed the towel, and my orange lady was now short of any garments. Uma started up the dressing, in a sequence. There was a full set on the bed. First she took a white bra, and put on. She put the hooks at the rear, stretching her arms to the back. Looking at me and acting as if she is shy, she pulled the next piece, the red blouse. She put it and locked her boobs with the front hooks of the blouse. She then took the thaar mundu (with red line kara ) and stretched it in full. She stood before me with her legs a bit spread. She then made a knot at both corners of the thaar mundu. Then wrapped it around the waist like a mundu, and pulled up the corner in the left hand, to make a long madi. The right hand corner with the knot was now tucked in on her waist line right. The waist is now locked. The madi, long enough to reach the back through between the thighs, was now pulled up the back. Kneeling a bit down, she pulled up the madi through the rear and between the thighs, and the tip knot was tucked in at the rear. Now that's the lock for the thaar val (madi). She then straightened up the creases on the butts and on the thighs (for not exposing the folds), and made the thaar trim. She turned back and "കൊള്ളാമോ ? ..." she asked me. I said "yes". In fact I was a bit hot ... but as I am to the temple, I controlled myself. She then tookout her black underskirt(paavaada) and put on , over the head, and the thread was tightened with knot. With thaar, she mostly uses a black paavaada, Black prevents any shadow of thaar lines outside. With white paavaada, the thaar traces are visible outside, atleast faintly.
Next was the turn of the settu mundu. She wore the double mundu and then the shawl part was put. With a bit of trimming down, she finally got ready. I went out first, and Uma followed me. We proceeded to the temple, and as we left the gate, I saw Pai coming home.
Uma was listening very anxious. From a lying posture to sitting , she looked excited. That's why she was prompting me ".. pinne... pinne... ooommm..." I did not show any attention to her mood. I continued my narration.
Devechi confirmed that Chandrettan is deep asleep. She was peeping through the door and looking at him. I was just behind her. as shee turned, I caught her by both my arms, into an embrace. "Devechiii.." I called. She immediately closed my mouth, with her palm. Oh... I shouldn't make any noise! My embrace was so tight that she couldn't move. with a deep kiss and a long bite on her lips, I started licking her lips, nose, cheeks, and the neck. It was a bit salty... she was wet with sweat .. I opened up her blouse and baady.. she helped me do that. She herself removed the mundu. Now she had only her thaar. I looked at her with her thaar only. You know, how beautiful , how kicking, is to see her with the thaar only. I sat on my knees. I held her close by her butts. my face straight on her pussy, I untied the thaar from her back. the thaarval {madi} fell down And through the midst of her thighs, I pulled it up. Wow... now her pussy is right at my face. I gave a deep kiss... She had it all hairy. She's not shaven. I brushed aside all the pubic hairs, and my tongue cleaned up her pussy. Licking in and out of her pussy was so tasty. Bit salty, her pussy was getting wetter. She pushed my head against her waist.. wanting me to lick and suck hard. She signalled me to get up and I did. She went on her knees, to do a blow job.
Uma interrupted me. "മാമ്മ... നമുക്കൊന്ന് .... അതുപോലെ.. നോക്കാം ... ". I couldn't resist my temptation. I woke up and moved on to the table.
Uma was excited. She changed her posture frequently. In fact, she tried to ask me some questions, that’s an approval of the excited mood. I didn’t answer any of her questions in between. I just signaled, by my hand, to hold all your questions until I finish my narration. That’s why Uma woke up from her lying posture. She’s excited. The face says that all. I continued my narration of my feelings and experiences on that day.
ഞാന് ടെവേച്ചിയുടെ മുലകള് തിരുമ്മി ഉടച്ചു. ടെവേചിയില് നിന്നും “അയ്… ഓഓഒ…” സീല്ക്കാരങ്ങള് വന്നിരുന്നു. ടെവേച്ചിയുടെ കൈകള് എന്റെ ശരീരത്തില് പരത്തി നടന്നു. മുഖത്തും തലയിലും, പുറത്തു, പിന്നെ താഴേക്കും. ഞാന് ടെവേച്ചിയുടെ കുണ്ടിയില് പിടുത്തമിട്ടു. പിന്നിലെ താര് മുഴ കണ്ടെത്തി. മുണ്ടിനു പുറത്തു നിന്നു അത് അഴിക്കാന് നോക്കി. സാധിച്ചില്ല. എന്റെ കൈ ടെവേച്ചിയുടെ തുടകളിലെക്കും … ഞാന് ആ മുണ്ടിന്റെ പാളികള് അകത്തി. താറിന്റെ കേന്ദ്ര ഭാഗംത് തന്നെ ഞാന് പിടി മുറുക്കി. എന്റെ കൈ താരിനുള്ളില് കടത്താന് ഞാന് ശ്രമിച്ചു. മുറുകിയ താരിന്ന്നകതെക്ക് കൈ കടത്താന് സാധിച്ചില്ല. മുണ്ടുപാളികള് അകത്തി ഞാന് കൈകള് പിന്നിലെതിച്ചു. താര് കെട്ട് പിടിച്ചഴിക്കാന് നോക്കി. അത് പൂട്ടി വച്ചതുപോലെ മുരുകിയിരുന്നു. ടെവേച്ചി താനെ കാലുകള് അല്പം അകത്തി അല്പം കുനിഞ്ഞു താര് അയവുല്ലതാക്കി… താര് അഴിച്ചു. താരു വാല് (മടി) മുന്നോട്ടു വീണു. എന്റെ കൈകള് ടെവേച്ചിയുടെ സ്വര്ഗവാതില് ചെന്നു. ഞാന് അവിടെ മുറുക്കി പിടിച്ചു തിരുമ്മി. ടെവേച്ചിയുടെ കൈകള് എന്റെ മുണ്ടിനടിയില് പരതിനടന്നു. എനിക്ക് മുണ്ടിനടിയില് ശട്ടിയും , അതിനുള്ളി കോണകവും ഉണ്ടായിരുന്നു. മുറുകിയ കോണകം എന്റെ കടകൊലിനെ പിടിച്ചു വച്ചിരുന്നു. ടെവേച്ചി അതില് പിടുത്ത മിട്ടു. ടെവ്ചി എന്റെ ഷട്ടി വലിച്ചൂരി. കൈകള് പിന്നിലൂടെ ഇട്ടു, ടെവേച്ചി എന്റെ കോണകവും അഴിച്ചു. എന്റെ കടകോല് ചാടി ഉണര്ന്നു നിന്നു. ടെവേച്ചി അതില് തിരുമ്മാന് തുടങ്ങി. എന്റെ കൈവിരലുകള് ടെവേച്ചിയുടെ പൂവിതളുകളില് ഞെരടിക്കൊണ്ടിരുന്നു. ഞാന് ടെവേചിയെ ബെന്ചിലേക്ക് പിടിച്ചു കിടത്തി. ഞാന് ടെവേച്ചി മേല് കയറി കിടന്നു. കാലുകള് അകത്തി ടെവേച്ചി എന്റെ കടകോല് സ്വന്തം സ്വ്ര്ഗവാതിളിലേക്ക് കടത്തി. ഉരലും ഉലക്കയും പ്രവതിച്ചുകൊണ്ടിരുന്നു. കുറെ സമയം. കര്മത്തിന്റെ ഔന്നധ്യത്തില് ടെവേച്ചി ഞരങ്ങുകയുമെന്നെ കടിക്കുകയും ഭ്രാന്തമായി ചെയ്തു കൊണ്ടിരുന്നു. തേന് ഒഴിച്ച് കഴിഞ്ഞപ്പോള്, ഞാന് തളര്ന്നു. കുറെ സമയം ഞാന് ടെവേച്ചി മേല് കിടന്നു. ടെവേച്ചി എന്നെ കെട്ടിവരിഞ്ഞു ചുംബിച്ചു കിടന്നു. അല്പ സമയം കഴിഞ്ഞു ഞങ്ങള് എഴുന്നേറ്റു. ബാടിയും ബ്ലൌസും ശരിയാക്കി, വീണ്ടും താര് ഉടുത്തു, മേല് മുണ്ടും. ഞാന് എന്റെ കോണകം ഉടുത്തു, ഷട്ടി ഇട്ടു. ടെവേച്ചി നടക്കാന് തുടങ്ങി. "ടെവേച്ചി... ഒന്നൂടി.." ഞാന് ചോദിച്ചു. "നീ വാ... ". ടെവേച്ചി പറഞ്ഞു. ഞാന് പിന്നാലെ നടന്നു. വടക്കുപുറത്തെ കുളിപ്പുരയിലെക്കാന് പോയത്. ടെവേച്ചി അവിടെ താര് അഴിച്ചു കുത്തിയിരുന്ന്.. മൂത്രമൊഴിച്ചു. നന്നായി കഴുകി. വീണ്ടും താര് മുറുക്കി. ഞാന് നോക്കി നിന്നതെയുല്ല്. തൊട്ടടുത്ത പശു തൊഴുത്തില് പശുക്കള് അനങ്ങി.. ഒരെണ്ണം അമറി... പതിവില്ലാതെ രാത്രിയില് ആളനക്കം ഉണ്ടായതു കൊണ്ടായിരിക്കാം. ഞങ്ങള് വെരണ്ടാതിലേക്ക് നടന്നു. ടെവേച്ചി വാതില് പതുക്കെ തുറന്നു ചന്ദ്രേട്ടനെ ശ്രദ്ധിച്ചു. സ്ഥാനം തെറ്റിയ മുണ്ടുമായി ചന്ദ്രേട്ടന് തന്റെ കൂര്ക്കം വലി താളല്ത്മകംയി തുടര്ന്ന്. ഞങ്ങള് മുറിക്കുള്ളിലേക്ക് കടന്നു. വാതില് അടച്ച ശേഷം ടെവേച്ചി പടിഞ്ഞാറെ ചായ്പ്പിലീക് കയറി. ഞാന് പിന്നാലെയും. ചായ്പ്പിന്റെ വെളിയിലേക്കുള്ള വാതില് ടെവേച്ചി സാക്ഷ തുറന്നു വച്ചു. എനിക്ക് കാര്യം മനസിലായി. ചന്ദ്രേട്ടന് ഉണര്ന്നാല് എനിക്ക് പുറത്തു പോകാനുള്ള വഴി. റാന്തല് തിരി താഴ്ത്തി ചന്ദ്രേട്ടന് കിടക്കുന്നതിനരികില് വച്ചു. അതിന്റെ ചെറു വെളിച്ചം ചായ്പ്പിലെക്കും പറക്കുന്നുണ്ടായിരുന്നു. തിരുവാതിര കുളിക്കാരുടെ കുരവ കേള്ക്കുന്നു. പല പ്രാവശ്യം അവര് കുരവയിട്ടിരുന്നു. ചെറുപ്പക്കാരുടെ ആരവവും. അവരുടെകുളിയുംഞങ്ങളുടെകളിയും ... അത്കുരവയിട്ടുആഘോഷിക്കാം..
Uma was very attentive . She was listening me, in a lying posture. I was on my rocking (easy) chair, and slowly rocking. When I looked at Uma, it was as if Uma is swinging. My holy drink was slowly flowing in too. I continued my narration.
ടെവേച്ചി റാന്തല് മുന്നില് പിടിച്ചാണ് നടന്നിരുന്നത്. തൊട്ടു പിന്നാലെ ഞാനും. അതിനാലെനിക്കു വെളിച്ചം കുറവായിരുന്നു. “ഞാന് പിടിക്കാം ദെവെചീ …. “ ഞാന് ടെവേച്ചിയുടെ തോളില് തട്ടി പതുക്കെ പറഞ്ഞു. “വേണ്ട… നീ വാ… “ എന്ന് പറഞ്ഞു ദെവെചീ മുന്നോട്ടു തന്നെ നടന്നു. റാന്തല് ഒരു വസതെക്ക് നീക്കി പിടിച്ചത് കൊണ്ടു ഇപ്പോള് എനിക്ക് വെളിച്ചം കിട്ടിയിരുന്നു. വഴിയും കാണാം, ടെവേച്ചിയുടെ പിന് ഭാഗവും. മുഴുത്ത കുണ്ടികള് .. ഇരുകിപിടിചിരിക്കുന്ന താര്.. കുലച്ച വില്ലിന്റെ ആകൃതിയില് താര് നില്ക്കുന്നു.. താറിന്റെ മുറുക്കം അത് വിളിച്ചു പറയുന്നു.ബ്ലൌസ്ിന്റെ പിന്നില് നനഞ്ഞിരിക്കുന്നു, വിയര്പ്പ് കൊണ്ടാണ്. ഞങ്ങള് നടന്നു പടിപ്പുരയിലെത്തി. പടികള് കയറി പടി വാതിലിലെത്തി. പാതി കതകു അടച്ചിരുന്നത് ദെവെചീ തുറന്നു, പതുക്കെ, ശബ്ദം കേള്ക്കാതെ. ഞങ്ങള് അകത്തു കടന്നു. റാന്തല് ബെന്ചില് വയ്ച്ചിട്ടു, ടെവേച്ചി പടി വാതിലുകള് അടച്ചു. സക്ഷയുമിട്ടു. ശബ്ദം കേള്ക്കാതിരിക്കാന് ടെവേച്ചി പ്രത്യേകം ശ്രദ്ധിച്ചു. ഞാന് ബെന്ചിലിരുന്നു. സാക്ഷ ഇട്ടിട്ടു തിരിഞ്ഞ ടെവേചിയെ ഞാന് കൈയ്യില് പിടിച്ചു വലിച്ചു ബെന്ചിളിരുത്തി. ഞാന് ടെവേചിയെ എന്നോട് ചേര്ത്തു പിടിച്ചു. ഞാന് ടെവേചിയെ നോക്കി. ടെവേച്ചി എന്നെയും. റാന്തല് നങ്ങള്ക്ക് സാക്ഷിയായി.
ഏതാനും നിമിഷം ഞങ്ങള് നോക്കിയിരുന്നു. സാവധാനം ഞാന് റാന്തലിന്റെ തിരി താഴ്തി, മറു ബെന്ചിലേക്ക് വച്ചു.എന്നിട്ട്, ടെവേചിയെ കയ്യില് പിടിച്ചു എഴുനെല്പിച്ചു. ഞാന് ടെവേചിയെ കെട്ടിപിടിച്ചു. ചേച്ചി എന്നെയും. രണ്ടാളും അന്യോന്യം ഇറുക്കി പിടിച്ചു, നീണ്ട ആളിങ്ങനംമായി. ടെവേച്ചിയുടെ ചുവന്ന ചുണ്ടില് ഒരു മുത്തം നല്കി. ആ മുത്തം കുറച്ചു നീണ്ടാതായി .
ടെവെചിഇയുടെ വിയര്ത്ത ശരീരം എന്നോടൊട്ടി ചേര്ന്നു. ടെവേച്ചി തല ഉയര്ത്തി എന്നെ നോക്കി. മധുരമായ ഒരു നോട്ടം.. എനിക്കത് കൂടുതല് ഹരമായി. ഞാന് ആ നെറ്റിയിലും, മുടിയിലും തേര് തെര ചുംബിച്ചു. എന്റെ കൈകല്ടെവേച്ചിയുടെ സരീരമാസകല്ം പരാതി നടന്നു. ടെവേച്ചിയുടെ ചുണ്ടുകള് ഞാന് കടിച്ചു വലിച്ചു.. ഒരു ഞാരങ്ങള് മാത്രം ടെവേചിയില് നിന്നുയാര്ന്നു.
ടെവേച്ചി എന്നെക്കാള് അല്പം ഉയരം കുറവാണ്. ടെവേച്ചി ഒരു ‘പദ്മിനി മോഡല്’ ആണെന്ന് ഞാന് പറയാറുണ്ട്. തടിച്ചതല്ലെന്കിലും ആകെ ഒരു ‘ക്യൂട്ട്’ ലുക്ക് ഉണ്ട്. ഇതാണെന്നെ ഭ്രാന്ത് പിടിപ്പിക്കുന്നതും.
എന്റെ കൈകള് ടെവേച്ചിയുടെ പുറത്തും കുണ്ടിയിലും മുലകളിലും ഓടി നടന്നു. ആ മുലകള് ഞാന് ഞെരിച്ചു.. ഉടച്ചു.... വേദനിച്ചു കാണണം.. ടെവേച്ചി ഞരങ്ങി.. ഒരു കൈക്കുള്ളില് ഒതുങ്ങുന്ന ചെറിയ മുലകള്. ബാഡി ക്കുള്ളില് മുറുകി ഇരിക്കുന്ന സ്വര്ണ കുംഭങ്ങള്.{ഇപ്പോഴത്തെ മാതിരി ബ്രാ ആണ് പ്രചാരത്തിലില്ല.)
ഞാന് ബ്ലൌസിന്റെ പിന്നുകള് അഴിക്കാന് തുടങ്ങി. ടെവേച്ചി എന്നെ സഹായിക്കാന് അവ അഴിച്ചു തന്നു. ബ്ലൌസ്ിന്റെ പാളികള് ഞാന് അകത്തി വെള്ള ബാഡി . താഴെ കെട്ട്. മുകളില് കൂട്ടി തൈച്ചത്. മുലകള് മുറുകി കെട്ടിയിട്ടുണ്ട്. ഞാന് ആ കെട്ട് അഴിക്കാന് ശ്രമിച്ചു. ടെവേച്ചി അതും അഴിച്ചു തന്നു. ബാടി നനഞ്ഞിട്ടുണ്ട്.. വിയര്പ്പുമൂലം.
ആ ഉരുണ്ട മുലകള് ഞാന് തടവി.. ചിലപ്പോള് മുറുക്കി ഞെരടിയും.
Uma expressed her sincere thanks for the regards from Smt. Devu. That's why she , just now, called me and asked to make a comment. Thanks Smt. Devu. Uma would certainly like to share the ideas and experiences with you on this erotic subject. I shall certainly be happy to do that.
Uma was very curious, and was listening me. She was almost lying, on the table, with her left arm stretched and right arm folded as a head rest. Looking at me, she was sounding "oommmm... " frequently. I was in a stream of my memories, and may be that 8PM was working well, I had a good flow of my narration. Infact, Uma knows well that my narration is not just a fantacising exercise, but it's real for sure, and is out of my heart. I continued with my life on that Thiruvarthira day.
പടിപ്പുര കടന്നു ഞങ്ങള് ഇടവഴിയിലേക്കിറങ്ങി. ടെവേച്ചി മുന്നിലും ഞാന് പിന്നിലുമായി നടന്നു. രണ്ടു മൂന്ന് മിനുട്ടുകള് നടന്നാല് തിരുവാതിര കളി നടക്കുന്ന വീട്ടിലെത്താം. ഞങ്ങള് അവിടെ എത്തിയപ്പോള്, കുറച്ചു സ്ത്രീകളും കുട്ടികളും ചെറുപ്പക്കാരും അവിടെ ഉണ്ടായിരുന്നു. കുറച്ചു പേര് മുറ്റം തയ്യാറാക്കുന്നു. തുളസി താരക്ക് മുന്നില്, വിളക്കും മറ്റു കാര്യങ്ങളും തയ്യാറാക്കുന്നു. കുറച്ചു കുട്ടികള് വെരന്ദൈല് നിലവിളക്കിനു ചുറ്റും ഇരുന്നു കീര്ത്തനങ്ങള് ചെല്ലുന്നു. മറ്റു സ്ത്രീകള് ക്സ് ക്സ് വര്ത്തമാനം പറയുന്നു. പയ്യന്മാര് മുറ്റത്തും പറമ്പിലുമൊക്കെ നടക്കുന്നു. ടെവേച്ചി വെരണ്ടയിലൂടെ അകത്തേക്ക് പോയി. ഞാന് റാന്തല് വെരണ്ടയിലെ മൂലയ്ക്കു വച്ചിട്ട്, മുട്ടതൊക്കെ നടന്നു. പഴയ കൂട്ടുകാര് ആരും ഇല്ലായിരുന്നു, പക്ഷെ പയ്യന്മാരെയൊക്കെ അറിയാമായിരുന്നു. ഞാനും അവരോടൊപ്പം കൂടി. ഈ വീടിന്റെ മുന്ഭാഗത്ത് വടക്കേ അറ്റത്തായി കിണറുണ്ട്. ഞാന് അവിടെയൊക്കെ ചുറ്റി നടന്നു. വടക്കേ അറ്റത്ത് പോയി നോക്കി. അതിന്റെ പടിഞ്ഞാറെ വസ്തു, ഒരു പലക മറ ഉണ്ടയോരുന്നു. അതിന് പിന്നില് വലിയ പാത്രത്തില് വെള്ളവും. എനിക്ക് സങ്ങതി പിടികിട്ടി. സ്ത്രീകള്ക്കുള്ള മൂത്രപ്പുര ! ഞാന് കൂടുതല് ഗവേഷണം നടത്തി. ഒരു സ്ട്രറെഗിക് പോയിന്റ് കണ്ടു വച്ചു. അപ്പുറത്തെ മാവിന് ചുവടു. ഇരുട്ടാനവിടെ, എന്നാലും, മൂത്രപ്പുര കാണാന് കഴിയും. നല്ല സ്ഥാനം. ഞാന് തിരിച്ചു വെരണ്ടാതിലേക്ക് പോയി. കുറെ സമയം കഴിഞ്ഞു . ഒന്പതു മണി കഴിഞ്ഞുകാണണം. സ്ത്രീകള് ഒന്നു ഇളകിയ ലക്ഷണ. ഞാന് മാവിന് ചുവട്ടിലേക്ക് നടന്നു. അതെ, സാരിയാണ്.. ഓരോരുത്തരായി അവിടെ വരുന്നുണ്ട്. വരുന്നവര് മുണ്ട് പോക്കുന്നു, താര് അഴിക്കുന്നു, ഇരുന്നു മൂത്രം ഒഴിക്കുന്നു. പിന്നീട് കഴുകുന്നുണ്ട് ചിലര്. എഴുനേറ്റു നിന്നിട്ട്, മുണ്ട് അഴിച്ചു തോളത്തു തൂക്കി ഇടുന്നി. താര് അഴിച്ചു വീണ്ടു മുറുക്കി ഉടുക്കുന്നു. മുരുക്കിയാനെന്നു ഉറപ്പാക്കുന്നു. വീണ്ടും മുണ്ട് സാരിയായി ഉടുക്കുന്നു. പിന്നെ അകത്തേക്ക് നടക്കുന്നു. ടെവേചിയെ കണ്ടില്ല. ടെവേച്ചിയുടെ താര് അയഞ്ഞു പോകില്ല. എനിക്ക് നന്നായി അറിയാം. ഉടുക്കുന്ന രീതി അത്ര നല്ലതാണ്. കുറേപ്പേര് കഴിഞ്ഞപ്പോള് ഞാനും തിരിച്ചു പോയി, വെരണ്ടാതിലേക്ക്.
ആ വീട്ടിലെ കമല ചേച്ചി ആണ് ലീഡര്. കമലചെച്ചി മറ്റു പെണ്ണുങ്ങള്ക്ക് നിര്ദേശങ്ങള് നല്കുന്നു. അങ്ങനെ പത്തോളം പെണ്ണുങ്ങള് (പെണ്കുട്ടികലുമുണ്ട്) തിരുവാതിര കളിയ്ക്കാന് തയ്യാറായി. കമലചെച്ചി പാട്ടു പാടാന് തുടങ്ങി. ടെവേചിയും മറ്റു കളിക്കാരും , വട്ടത്തില് നിലവിളക്കിനു ചുറ്റും കളി തുടങ്ങി. ഗണപതി സ്തുതി യ്ക്ക് ശേഷം പല പാട്ടുകളും.. പന്കജക്ഷന് കടല്വര്ാന് ..... വെരണ്ടാതിലെ തന്ത്ര പ്രധാനമായ സ്ഥാനത്ത് ഞാന് ഇരുപ്പുറപ്പിച്ചു. പെണ്ണുങ്ങള് കറങ്ങി വരുന്നതു കൊണ്ടു എല്ലാവരെയും നന്നായി കാണാം. മുന്പും പിന്പും. ദര്ശന സുഖം നന്നായി ... കാനെണ്ട്തൊക്കെ കാണാം .. എല്ലാവരുടെയും കുണ്ടികളും, മുലകളും, മുടിയും, താറും . മുറുകിയ താറും അയഞ്ഞ താറും തിരിച്ചറിയാന് കഴിയുന്ന സാവധാന ചലനങ്ങള്. ടെവേചിയെ ഞാന് പ്രത്യേകം ശ്രദ്ധിച്ചു നോക്കിക്കൊണ്ടിരുന്നു. നാള് പെണ്കുട്ടികളും - പാവാടക്കാര് - ഉണ്ടായിരുന്നു. അവര്, പക്ഷെ, നിറമുള്ള പാവാട ആണ് ഉടുത്തിരുന്നത്. അതുകൊണ്ട് , അവരുടെ താര് കാണാന് കഴിഞ്ഞില്ല. മുണ്ട് കാരികലായ എല്ലാ പെണ്ണുങ്ങളുടെയും താര് എത്ര നയന മനൂതരമായിര്ഉന്നു എന്ന് പറയാനാവില്ല. കാണുമ്പോള് തന്നെ മനസ്സില് പിരിമുറുക്കം ഉണ്ടാകുന്ന, ലിന്ഗം ഉദ്ധരിക്കപ്പെടുന്ന, ഇത്ര ശക്തി ഉള്ള ഒരു വസ്തു ഈ ലോകത്തുണ്ടാവില്ല. അതുകൊണ്ടാണല്ലോ ഞാന് വളരെ അസ്വസ്തനായതും. ഏതാനും മണിക്കൂറുകള് കഴിഞ്ഞു . ഞാന് അക്ഷമനായി തുടങ്ങി. പാതിരാവു കഴിഞ്ഞു കളി തീര്ക്കാന് കമല ചേച്ചി ശ്രമിക്കുന്നു. കാഴ്ചക്കാരില് ചിലര് വീണ്ടും കളിക്കണമെന്ന് പറയുന്നുണ്ട്. എങ്കിലും കമല ചേച്ചി കളി മതിയാക്കി. മംഗളം പാടി കളി മതിയാക്കി. എല്ലാവരും അകത്തേക്ക് പോയി. വരണ്ടയില് കട്ടന് കാപ്പി യും പഴവും വന്നു. കളിക്കാരും, കാഴ്ചക്കാരും അത് കഴിക്കാന് തുടങ്ങി. ടെവേച്ചി കാപ്പി കുടിക്കുന്നത് കണ്ടു. ഞാനും രണ്ടു പഴവും കട്ടന് കാപ്പിയും കുടിച്ചു. സ്ത്രീകള് കുളിക്കാന് പോകാനുള്ള തയ്യാറെടുപ്പിലാണ്. ടെവേച്ചി പോകുമോ എന്ന് ഞാന് ഭയപ്പെട്ടു. എന്തായാലും ടെവേച്ചി പോയില്ല. കുറച്ചു പെണ്ണുങ്ങള്, പയ്യന്മാരുടെ അകമ്പടിയോടെ, കുളത്തിലേക്ക് പോയി. അവര്ക്കു കൂടുതല് ദര്ശന ഭാഗ്യം ലഭിക്കും. അതിലും വലുത് എനിക്കായി കാത്തിരിക്കുന്നതിനാല് ഞാന് ടെവേചിയെയും കാത്തിരുന്നു. അധികം കാത്തിരിക്കാതെ തന്നെ, ടെവേച്ചി എന്റെ അടുത്ത് വന്നു. "പോകാം .. ?" ടെവേച്ചി ചോദിച്ചു. ടെവേച്ചി നന്നായി വിയതിരിക്കുന്നു. കക്ഷവും, ബ്ലൌസെന്റെ ചുവടും നനഞ്ഞിരിക്കുന്നു. ഞാന് ശ്രദ്ധിക്കുന്നത് കണ്ടു ടെവേച്ചി ചിരിച്ചു. "പോകാം ..?" വീണ്ടും ടെവേച്ചി ചോദിച്ചു. "വരൂ... പോകാം ..." ഞാന് തയ്യാറായി. അപ്പോളാണ് റാന്തലിന്റെ കാര്യം ഞാന് ഓര്ത്തത്. വെരണ്ടയിളിരുന്ന റാന്തല് ഞാന് കണ്ടുപിചെടുത്തു. അത് കത്തിച്ചു, ഞാന് പോകാന് തയ്യാറായി. "പോകാം.." ഞാന് പറഞ്ഞു. റാന്തല് ടെവേച്ചി വാങ്ങിച്ചെടുത്തു. മുന്നില് നടന്നു തുടങി. ഞാന് പിന്നിലും. പറമ്പില് നിന്നു ഇടതോണ്ടിലേക്ക് ഇറങ്ങി. ഇനി സേഫ് ആണെന്ന് എനിക്ക് മനസിലായി. ടെവേച്ചി റാന്തല് മുന്നില് പിടിച്ചു നടന്നു. എനിക്ക് വെളിച്ചം കിട്ടിയില്ല. "കാണാന് വയ്യ ദെവെചീ.. റാന്തല് ഞാന് പിടിച്ചു തരാം." ഞാന് പറഞ്ഞു. നല്ല ഇരുട്ടുണ്ടായിരുന്നു. ദെവെചീ റാന്തല് ഒരു വാസം ചേര്ത്തു പിടിച്ചു. ഇപ്പോള് എനിക്ക് ദെവെചീ യുടെ പിന് ഭാഗം നന്നായി കാണാം. വലിയ കുണ്ടിയും, മുറുക്കിയ താറും. എന്റെ കൊനകത്തിലും മുറുക്കം ശക്തമായി . "നോക്കി നടക്കണം ... സൂസ്ഖിച്ചു... " ദെവെചീ പറഞ്ഞു. അപ്പോഴേക്കും ഞങ്ങള് പടിപ്പുരയോളം എത്തിയിരുന്നു. ടെവേച്ചി പടികള് കയറി. ഞാന് തൊട്ടു പിന്നാലെയും. ടെവേച്ചി വാതില് തുറന്നു അകത്തു കയറി. ഞാനും.
Aa veetile Kamala chechi aanu kaliyude leader. kamala chechi mattullavarkku nirdeshangal nalkunnu. Angine patholam pennungal (penkuttikalum undu) thiruvaathira kalikkan thayyaaraayi. Kamalachechi paattu (sthuthi) paadan thudangi. Devechiyum mattullavarum nilavilakkinum chuttum kali thudangi. Ganapathi sthuthi ykku sesham mattu pala paattukalum kalichu... Pankajaakshan katalvarnan... ..... Verandayile thantra pradhaanamaaya sthanathu njanum iruppurappichu. Pennungal karangi vannu kalikkunnathu kondu ellavareyum enikku nannaayi kaanaam. Munpum pinpum .. darchana sukham nannayi. kanentathokke kaanaam. .. ellavarudeyum kundi kalum, mulakalum, mudiyum, thaarum. Murukiya thaarum ayanja thaarum thirichariyaam.. saavadhaana chalanangal. Devechiye njaan pratheyekam sradhichirunnu. Naalu pen kuttikalum undayirunnu. Paavaadakkaar. Avar niramulla paavaada ittirunnu. athukondu, avarude thaar kaanaan kazhiyillayirunnu. Mundu kaarikalaaya ella pennungaludeyum thaar njaan kannaal alannu hridisthamaaki. കാണുമ്പോള് തന്നെ മനസ്സില് പിരിമുറുക്കം ഉണ്ടാകുന്ന, ലിന്ഗം ഉദ്ധരിക്കപ്പെടുന്ന, ഇത്ര ശക്തി ഉള്ള ഒരു വസ്തു ഈ ലോകത്തുണ്ടാവില്ല. അതുകൊണ്ടാണല്ലോ ഞാന് വളരെ അസ്വസ്തനായതും. ഏതാനും മണിക്കൂറുകള് കഴിഞ്ഞു . ഞാന് അക്ഷമനായി തുടങ്ങി. പാതിരാവു കഴിഞ്ഞു കളി തീര്ക്കാന് കമല ചേച്ചി ശ്രമിക്കുന്നു. കാഴ്ചക്കാരില് ചിലര് വീണ്ടും കളിക്കണമെന്ന് പറയുന്നുണ്ട്. എങ്കിലും കമല ചേച്ചി കളി മതിയാക്കി. മംഗളം പാടി കളി മതിയാക്കി. എല്ലാവരും അകത്തേക്ക് പോയി. വരണ്ടയില് കട്ടന് കാപ്പി യും പഴവും വന്നു. കളിക്കാരും, കാഴ്ചക്കാരും അത് കഴിക്കാന് തുടങ്ങി. ടെവേച്ചി കാപ്പി കുടിക്കുന്നത് കണ്ടു. ഞാനും രണ്ടു പഴവും കട്ടന് കാപ്പിയും കുടിച്ചു. സ്ത്രീകള് കുളിക്കാന് പോകാനുള്ള തയ്യാറെടുപ്പിലാണ്. ടെവേച്ചി പോകുമോ എന്ന് ഞാന് ഭയപ്പെട്ടു. എന്തായാലും ടെവേച്ചി പോയില്ല. കുറച്ചു പെണ്ണുങ്ങള്, പയ്യന്മാരുടെ അകമ്പടിയോടെ, കുളത്തിലേക്ക് പോയി. അവര്ക്കു കൂടുതല് ദര്ശന ഭാഗ്യം ലഭിക്കും. അതിലും വലുത് എനിക്കായി കാത്തിരിക്കുന്നതിനാല് ഞാന് ടെവേചിയെയും കാത്തിരുന്നു. അധികം കാത്തിരിക്കാതെ തന്നെ, ടെവേച്ചി എന്റെ അടുത്ത് വന്നു. "പോകാം .. ?" ടെവേച്ചി ചോദിച്ചു. ടെവേച്ചി നന്നായി വിയതിരിക്കുന്നു. കക്ഷവും, ബ്ലൌസെന്റെ ചുവടും നനഞ്ഞിരിക്കുന്നു. ഞാന് ശ്രദ്ധിക്കുന്നത് കണ്ടു ടെവേച്ചി ചിരിച്ചു. "പോകാം ..?" വീണ്ടും ടെവേച്ചി ചോദിച്ചു. "വരൂ... പോകാം ..." ഞാന് തയ്യാറായി. അപ്പോളാണ് റാന്തലിന്റെ കാര്യം ഞാന് ഓര്ത്തത്. വെരണ്ടയിളിരുന്ന റാന്തല് ഞാന് കണ്ടുപിചെടുത്തു. അത് കത്തിച്ചു, ഞാന് പോകാന് തയ്യാറായി. "പോകാം.." ഞാന് പറഞ്ഞു. റാന്തല് ടെവേച്ചി വാങ്ങിച്ചെടുത്തു. മുന്നില് നടന്നു തുടങി. ഞാന് പിന്നിലും. പറമ്പില് നിന്നു ഇടതോണ്ടിലേക്ക് ഇറങ്ങി. ഇനി സേഫ് ആണെന്ന് എനിക്ക് മനസിലായി. ടെവേച്ചി റാന്തല് മുന്നില് പിടിച്ചു നടന്നു. എനിക്ക് വെളിച്ചം കിട്ടിയില്ല. "കാണാന് വയ്യ ദെവെചീ.. റാന്തല് ഞാന് പിടിച്ചു തരാം." ഞാന് പറഞ്ഞു. നല്ല ഇരുട്ടുണ്ടായിരുന്നു. ദെവെചീ റാന്തല് ഒരു വാസം ചേര്ത്തു പിടിച്ചു. ഇപ്പോള് എനിക്ക് ദെവെചീ യുടെ പിന് ഭാഗം നന്നായി കാണാം. വലിയ കുണ്ടിയും, മുറുക്കിയ താറും. എന്റെ കൊനകത്തിലും മുറുക്കം ശക്തമായി . "നോക്കി നടക്കണം ... സൂസ്ഖിച്ചു... " ദെവെചീ പറഞ്ഞു. അപ്പോഴേക്കും ഞങ്ങള് പടിപ്പുരയോളം എത്തിയിരുന്നു. ടെവേച്ചി പടികള് കയറി. ഞാന് തൊട്ടു പിന്നാലെയും. ടെവേച്ചി വാതില് തുറന്നു അകത്തു കയറി. ഞാനും.
Uma was not in an active mood. She was only a listener. That’s why Thiruvathira celebrations were a damp squibb.
Last day, Saturday, was Thiruvathira. After work, on that day, I reached home by about 4 pm. Uma was athome, and Remani too. In fact, I wanted a good thiruvathira celebration, with a ‘thiruvathira kali’. But that didn’t happen. What I had to satisfy with was the ‘Thiruvathira puzhukku’ ( തിരുവാതിര പുഴുക്ക് ) . Ofcourse, it was an excellent puzhukku, and I did enjoy that.
In the evening, as Uma was not in good mood ( it was ‘Red flag’, that’s why ! ). I decided to spent the evening with 8PM , and so shelved myself into my bed room. After a bath, I’s running though the Business Line ( the aSathyam episode !), on my rocking chair. Uma came in. “Maamma,I am tired … not energetic … though not sick … “ she put a front runner to our meet. I said “ it’s Ok,but cheer up … what should I do for you ? “. She smiled and said “ don’t disappoint that anonymous … did you write about Thiruvathira…?.” . The reminder was good, I made a spark “Yeah … tell me Uma… what should I write ? …. You promised me .. you’ll show me something good … “, I paused.
“No…Maamma… I have nothing today to tell you … My memoirs about thiruvathira is just usual… nothing hot .. other than the group bath in the pond …. “ She laughed… and continued .. “ I’ll hear you today… “. With a long pause, she said “ Maamma… you tell me your Thiruvathira memoirs … must be interesting and … “ she paused.
“Umaaaaaaa …..”that’s Remani calling her. Uma answered loud … ‘oommm.... coming aunty ….“ and she went down, showing me a gesture to wait for sometime … I nodded my head.
I decided to get 8PM early today. So I reached for 8PM from my cupboard. One with a sparkling soda (not cold !), the mild drink went down my throat slowly… and slowly my spirits came up.
I was thinking about Thiruvathira… When Thiruvathira is in my RAM, who else would come to my mind than ‘Devechi’ ? Yeah.. that’s right . Devechi, and memoires about the Thiruvathira night of 1973 filled my RAM.
Devi chechi (her official name is Devaki Amma) is my cousin sister, and neighbor. She’s senior to me by 5 years. Married to a ‘Sarkaar gumasthan’, she was living next to ours, with her husband ( we call him Chandrettan ). Chandrettan visits the ‘Kallu shop’ everyday evening, and reaches home in the night, floating. However, he is silent after his drinks, and doesn’t make any noise at all . That’s fine and so Devechi stopped her pressure tactics for stopping his habit. At home, he takes some food , and goes to sleep… to wake up only in the morning. The loud snoring makes a musical synchronisation with the clock ticks.
My relationship with Devechi (being my cousin) was however unusual and a bit different. I had a very close intimate relationship. That’s all started when she was 19/20 and I was 14, in my high school days. Devechi was a shrewd girl (the only child at home , she had no siblings !) and she was powerful at home. She could keep her mother (father expired early) at her commands. Devechi liked me . She used to keep me too at her control, and I was her assistant at home … for purchases from the shops, escorting to the temple, and other daily domestic chores. I had free entry to her bed room as well. I had the task of assisting her in dressing up ( oooommmm… she don’t shy with my presence there…). I was so used to it, that I would pick up the items one by one and give her. The thaar thorthu.. then white paavada.. the colour paavada or mundu, the bodice.. the pettycot ... blouse … and all that… in sequence. She taught me all that .. and shown me all that too !
I used to be sleeping with her, when her mother ( my valiamma) goes to their parental home (a bit away). I remember the games she made me play … those days … starting with exhibitions and then on to real plays ... Shortly after her marriage, I went to Bengaluru (on getting a job there ). The Thiruvathira of 1973 was golden. I can’t forget that day, nor Devechi. I was at Bengaluru those days. I reach home for celebrations like Onam, Vishu, and our local temple festival. But in 1973 January (?) I happened to be here during the Thiruvathira.
While I was supplementing my Devechi memoirs, 8PM was flowing in slowing into my nerves. That’s why when Uma returned, I was deep down in my memory, and I didn’t know she returned. Uma called me “ Maamma… dreaming …?”. Wow.. I came back and Uma said “Remani aunty is gone home early … She wanted some money .. I gave 1K… and Thiruvathira puzhukku."
Uma understood that I am flowing in my memory streams. That’s why, she sat against me … lying leaning on to the table… and gently said “ ഓര്മ്മകള് മരിക്കില്ലോരിക്കലും ... പറയൂ മാമ്മാ.. തിരുവാതിരയെപ്പറ്റി പറയൂ...“. It was like a Hypnotist trying to hypnotise his patient. Uma slowly and softly said .. “മാമ്മാ പറയൂ..…” (parayoo .. maammaa..).
It was on the day of Thiruvathira morning that I reached home from Bengaluru. As it used to be, after my chat with my mother and father, I moved on to Devechi’s house – it’s just next house close by. I am so free and and an in-person there, I can be there anytime any manner. That’s how I just went there in my ‘at-home attire’ lungy. Devechi was busy cooking and Chandrettan was not at home.
Our chat, in the kitchen, went on for long. She told me that she’s making ‘puzhukku’, and she’s on ‘thiruvathira noyambu’ (that mainly means that she would be taking only fruits and water for the day, and no rice or other food items). Being on a religious routine, I didn’t venture into any naughty deeds. And later, when I tried to exhibit my treasures, she told me ‘don’t be naughty … kutta’. Oh… I forgot to tell you… she calls me ‘Kuttaa’. Our chat went on and she gave me many things to eat. And during the chat she told me that there’s thiruvathira kali tonight at the next house. She would need my company to go there after 7 in the night and would return only after midnight (after the thiruvathira kali’). I was too happy to agree, and said I’ll accompany her. She was too happy and said “ aaa… chandrettan orangum… pinne njan thanne pokanam … nee vaa..). I was thrilled, as I could move with her and can see the ‘thaar kali’ (as I used to mention about Thiruvathira kali).
Thiruvathira kali is very special and interesting. To me, it’s like modern model girls doing a fashion show. The ladies show all their assets.. by turning round… sitting standing, moving round (encircling) .. in this process, they show all their beautiful parts.. the booms, butts, thighs, belly, hair..… and all that. In a particular posture, they sit, their thighs spread, whentheir tight thaar also would be so revealing. For the kali, the dress is certainly mundu and blouse only. No randamundu (or neriyathu) and no paavada. They wear only a mundu (double) and blouse, and certainly a tight thaar under, without a paavada (under skirt). The paavaada restricts the dancing movements and so is not worn. { These days, they wear paavaada , but most of them don’t have a thaar).
Preparations before the thiruvathira kali also was thrilling. Invariably, everyone goes for pissing (usually at the rear side of the house, where they assume darkness) and tightens up their thaar, before commencing the kali. This is true after the kali too. These golden opportunities are never missed. That’s why we all youngsters used to sit and watch close. Sitting at strategic points was very important.
On that day, some of our local ladies planned to assemble at our neighbor’s house, for ‘thiruvaathira kali’.Devechi was one among the performers.
I reached Devechi's house even before dusk. Chandrettan reached home just after dusk. He was given 'kanji and puzhukku' and he took it happily. He was asking me a hundred questions about Bangalaore, and enquired about the 'kallu shops' there. After the food, he sat on his easy chair on the verandah. He was singing a film song ... gently .. maybe that he is very cautious not to be loud. Devechi came to him and asked "ചന്ദ്രേട്ടാ... വരുന്നോ... തിരുവാതിര കളി കാണാന്.. ഞാന് അപ്പുറത്ത് പോകുന്നു... '. Chandrettan responded with the question " നീ തന്നെ പോകുന്നോ ? വേണ്ട.. ഇവനെ കൂട്ടിക്കോ.. ". After a few moments, he added.."ഞാന് ഉറങ്ങാന് പോകുന്നു ...". Infact he was half asleep when he said that. Devechi was too happy .. evident from her wide smile.. "നീ വാ കഞ്ഞികുടിച്ചിട്ടു പോകാം ... ". I went with her to the kitchen and took some kanji. She didnot take any. When I returned to the verandah, I heard the snoring from Chandrettan, from the bed room. I waited in the verandah.. Devechi went in the room for preparing herself to go for the thiruvathira kali. I followed her to their bed room, and waited outside, peeping through the half open door. In the brightness of the kerosene lamp, I could see Devechi changing her dress. She removed all she had then, and put on new. She wore the thaar, with a big thaar mundu. And then a double mundu over that. She put on a bodice, tied it up well and followed by a red blouse. It had a kasavu lining on its arms. She put four safety pins in the front opening to pack her boobs in the blouse. She knew I am watching her changing the dress. And that was important for her too. She combed her hair , fairly long and thick, and tied it up well (put up behind the head). She put a kumkum pottu too.
In about 5-10 minutes, she was ready, and came out with the lamp. It clicked me then ... "Did Raja Ravi Varma see Devechi in this scene, for drawing his 'Vilakkentiya vanitha' ? She kept the lamp outside, and blew down the flame. There was a lantern (റാന്തല്) in the verandah. She signed me that she is ready. I took the lantern, and said 'പോകാം ? " . She closed the door and followed me. Out from the verandah, she went to the '' തുളസിതര' and plucked two 'kathir' . She put that on her put-up hair, lifting her both arms. I was staring at her projecting boobs, when she raised her hands. She smiled at me " എന്താ കണ്ടിട്ടില്ലെട ?' . "എത്ര നാളായി ദെവെചി ... എനിക്കൊന്നു നന്നായി കാണണം ... " And she laughed , and walked behind me. At the padippura, I paused for her to open the half door and she did. She got out of the half door and I held the lantern behind. I just caught her right arm.. and wanting to kiss her, waited for a response. She, smiling, said ... "വേണ്ട.. വേണ്ട... ഇപ്പോള് വേണ്ട ... അവിടെ പോയിട്ട് വരാം ... ".
We moved on and through the narrow lane (ഇടതോണ്ട്), to the neighboring house. We were there in two/three minutes. A few ladies and girls were waiting for us. It was about 8PM then.
Uma reminded me during breakfast, to make a post right in the morning. And that's why I am here right now. She also asked me to put things frank and tell you about Thiruvathira. Yes.. I shall get back in the afternoon, and tell you all about that. Right now, I am a bit busy with my work. Kindly bear with me !
Uma , yesterday, gave a fitting send-off to Ionia. Do you remember Ionia, the 'thread girl' ? Ionia joined us a few weeks ago. Though I had certain reservations, I've put her in our office for clerical work. But she did well with us, and I am quite happy about her performance. May be that, Uma had a special attention on Ionia, all along. Moreover, I hope you remember, that Uma had a very special intimate relationship with Ionia. And, you know, that helped me too to have a very intimate interaction with her. But last week, Uma decided to leave us, on her getting a better job, as she puts it. She's joining ICICI, as a "Financial Consultant" ! { That's a great title for an insurance agent !}. Uma made an attempt with me to hold Ionia with us. But I gave the coice to Ionia. She chose to leave. As she puts it, "I am and will be with you ". That's fine. Yesterday, Uma took her for a treat. After lunch, Uma took her to (Parthas) , and bought her two churidaars. Ionia was too happy. After this shopping, Pai left them at home, and returned by about 5.30 pm. At about 6.30 pm, I decided to leave the office, and went straight home. Remani was not at home, as she had to go to her home town for a day. Uma was to take care of the kitchen too , for the day. On my reaching, Uma came to the door to receive me. I could observe that she is in an unusual mood. She had a maxie, which normally she don't wear. Her face was sweating and wet, and the hair was not combed down. I could feel that something 's fishy ... and I went in. Uma, with a thin naughty smile, moved to the kitchen.. and I moved up to my room. Just at the stairs, I saw Uma's room closed. That's not used to be, unless someone else is at home. I went to the door, slowly opened and peeped in. Oh... There's Ionia... ! She 's about put on her churidaar top. Now she has only her churidaar bottom (pants) and the bra. Ionia was surprised at my sudden peeping and entry into the room. She missed afew moments and stood with her pant and bra, and the top in her hands. I couldn't resist myself. ... I went close to her ... took the top from her and threw down on to the chair. Smiling at her ... and she responded positively .. I took her hands.. slowly pulled her close .. and embraced. She was too happy to hug me too. My fingers ran all over her body ... and I kissed her deep and long.. and with a light bite. I pulled out her bra hook and slowly removed it. Oh... flat boobs.. ther's no flesh actually... only a dark circle with a button at the centre. My fingers squeezed the buttons and massaged her flat breast. In fact, she don't need a bra.. That's why she wears a bra with lot on foam shapers in it .. it's padded heavily... I pushed her slowly on to the bed. She laid herself flat . I pulled open my shirt and pulled down my pants with the brief.. upto the knee level. Seeing me opening up, Ionia pulled her bottom and panties down.. and thew it beside. I could n't wait any longer. I got on her and she received mine with her thighs spread out. So thin and lean thighs... the skinny girl.
Playing with a skinny girl is different. It's a bit tough ... but it's a special pleasure. And it was, for me and for Ionia too.
Uma is good at Thiruvaathirakali. She, once (I think last year) told me so. I just read my anonymous friend's request .. aboutThiruvathira... I shall right now talk to Uma about this. I am sure she'll give me enough on Thiruvathira. And I'll make a mock up on Thiruvathirakali tonight !
Trrrrriiiiiiiimmmmmmmmm .... Kuttappaaaa, Call Uma .... right now ...
