It was a cultural shock to see a few women without blouses in village 

Only the women from the upper caste 

Had the privilege to cover their modesty

 

As I tried to settle down for my PhD research work

दीदी was alloted to assist me in managing life till my stay 

Her white flimsy layer without blouse and petticoat 

Highlighted the fact that she was a child widow

She must be around 18

Could never have a proper conversation with her

Considering the language barrier

She a Bong 

And I Odia 

Still with the similarities in the dialect

I managed to channelise my requirements

Her virgin breasts

Her silhouette against her diaphanous fabric

Tormented and distracted my frame

Her coy smile and जी बाबू  reverence

Escalated my misery

The day I grabbed hold of her

As she was drying the clothes in the backyard

She didn't protest 

She simply surrendered, closed eyes

Lifting her nubile body

I placed her on my lap

Kissing her fervently as my lips reached her tender breasts

She looked at me

The purity in her eyes made me realise

I was her first

As my fingers strayed towards her foliage 

She gasped 

Gently, I put her on the grass 

As the breeze sang

And the sun sprinkled warmth 

I removed my dhoti 

And guided my phallus to her virgin earth

I didn't have sex with her that day

I made love. 

©LR