A tornado strikes the Indian city of Margao
Was it love or lust? William had no inkling about it, when the tornado hit him in his college live. William was not the only one from college who had been drawn in the massive tornado that swept the city. Many had been swept away by it, but had been rescued in due time. But the scares were left all over the body and a heart which bled profusely, waiting to be heeled.
Will William's heart heel and why Maria, the jilted lover of William, turn out to be a woman in serpent clothing's. Or was she really a serpent, as was being made out by the families of her former lovers.
Did she really play a cruel game, on a god-fearing, loving and cheerful village boy, who came to the city for education. But instead of a degree in education, he would end as one the faceless Casanova of the fast changing city and an unrecognized degree in love -making.
William, like him many other youths from the city had fallen prey to the lust seeking Maria colleagues, all whom got their tips of the deadly game from her. She derived pleasure from the game that her friends played with teenagers of the city college. Austin, George, Cajie, Royston and many more had lost their virginity to Maria and her friends .
Was Maria really the serpent, she was made out to be, many doubted it. They had to go by her looks as she had a demeanor of a harmless, ever helpful, cooperative neighbor; none took the accusations heaped on her by her ex lover's family at face value. That was her greater strength in the face of adversity
Or was she herself a victim of the circumstances.
Read to find out more……..
The weather outside was typical tropical winter day weather, not unusual hot and not cold either. A weather which draws hordes of white skinned foreign tourists to bask in the sun, have a tan, sip bottles and bottles of beer and cheap wine, indulge in frolickers of sun bathing in the nude and snorting on doses of their favoured drugs and dance to the tunes of trance music.
That was all happening on the 105 kilometres coastline which Mother Nature has blessed the beach side hub of Goa, the western Indian state.
The city habitants who lived some six kilometers from the hustle and bustle of beach life were not too concerned on what went on the beach and what the foreigners did on the beach.
That was a different world for them, a western world transported into a developing world. Were one night stands, dancing in the nude, walking or jogging topless on the beach, padeophiles prowling on the beaches, women selling sex on the beach and swingers clubs were all a new phenomena which the beach-side Goa was gearing up with a leap in tourism trade.
That was the other side of Goa for Maria, a devoted house wife to her husband and mother to Malcolm's children.
Publicly she would flaunt her sexuality and hiding her eyes behind the big dark glasses she would flaunt at men's muscularity from top to both and especially, if the men belonged to be one of her ex-lover's. She took special pride and pressure in figuring out the changes her men had undergone over the years when he was away form her.
She oozed in her sex appeal, which made her tantalizing as a kill to beat the boredom.
In her talks and in her walks she hardly gave the impression that she could hardly be the married woman who could prey on other man.
But once in the confines of the wall of the double bedroom flat of Maria, the outside weather had no relation. She was in turmoil with her own self and in search of her own identity. A volcano waiting to erupt, the lava awaiting an outlet.
But then, she had to been within the confines of her social behaviour.
Maria, over the years even after giving birth to three children had the grace and elegance and the shape which a teenager would fall for. Her luscious lips were the most alluring of all and gave her wheatish complexion a perfect push up. She carried herself well and was apt in carrying a conversation on varied topics.
But deep inside her she was restless. Her daily chores started from cleaning the rice and than boiling it over the LPG cylinder, preparing vegetable dishes and non-vegetable dishes for her school returning children.
She had elegantly done the décor of her house imbibing the ideas and keen observations she had made on her numerous foreign junks with her seamen husband.
The carpet in the sitting room was from Germany, the sofa covers were imported from Macau, and the furniture too was from Macau but sold locally by a dealer who imported it all the way.
The mosquito net was part of the baggage from Netherlands and the Television set from Japan. The big wall clock which was hanged just over the giant 42 inch TV set was a gift from the captain of the ship and was assembled in Hungary.
The curtains came from Korea and had furious tigers and lions emerging from them all ready to pounce on you. The window curtains were transparent from inside, but the outside world could not peep into the inside world of Maria house. And it was done with a purpose.
Maria relished her privacy and no intruder could peep into her house to have a view of her house and her world.
She had employed Ruksanna, a frail lady in her 50's to help in her house hold work. The amount of stress the widower had witness throughout her life had made her skin sag and her eye balls had retreated more into their sockets adding to her years.
She lost count on the years she had been doing house hold works in the city. She as a young Muslim bride at 13, made her passage into Goa chasing a dream with her husband from across the western ghats (hills) and was called "ghatti".
The dreams remained only a distant mirage. Mother to Mustaq's fourteen children, her world was a crumbled one, with the cheap liquor available at every step in Goa piling up her agonies.
She stayed in a tin house with her children and ever since her husband's death she had to deal with the drunkenness of her seven sons. A house which floated when floods came gushing in with the seasonal rains further tossing upside down her shaky world.
Snakes sneaking into the house and deadly scorpions finding their way into their belongings was an every day occurrence for Ruksanna.
And she did house hold chores for a half a dozen house holds in the area.
Maria's world was also drifting, unlike Ruksanna, she had the economic stability but she was in search of love and attention which a woman craves, a huge void she felt was left vacant in her life, which even after the age of 35 she has not been able to fulfill.
The lack of attention and non fulfillments of her needs - physical and emotional had crossed the brim. She was in constant conflict with herself and the values that society valued from a married lady with three grown up children.
And when she was alone pondering over the years gone by fast and thick, she would relive in the thrilling moments she had in the company of her lovers.
The stolen moments of love and lust she spend in the hotels, the beaches, the water falls, the dams and the journeys they took through the congested roads. The travels were as fresh as the roses which she nurtured and cared on her balcony facing the road below her apartment.
Everybody wanted to go to bed with her.
The cold storage owner Piety, the tailor Bernard, the foreign recruiting agent Mahesh all pried on her. They were waiting for a chance to strike a talk with her. The iron rod blowing hot and cold, as and when she visited them to buy some things or some work to be processed.
But than they were not the men she fancied on, she fancied sweet teens for her dreams. Pick them by the collar and teach them the trade of the tricks.
William was one of them. Stranded at the Church after the wedding ceremony of his distant relative, and with rains continually pouring and with all his known relatives acquaintances and friends one by one leaving, he was left gazing into the dark sky as he stood waiting for the rains to stop. Giving him company was a middle aged lady who too came for the wedding nuptials.
William forefathers were Portuguese who had settled in Goa many centuries back and the traits of the European streak ran through him. The light blue suit he wore added to a few more inches and gave his innocent looks an added glamour. The mixture of brown, black moustaches and the goatee beard made him stand out in the small crowd of his friends and relatives wherever he went.
And this shy introvert nature which drew the stranded lady to strike a conversion with William.
The night shadows were lengthening the moon had come out and the cloudy skies had cleared but it was still raining. He and the lady did not have raincoats to venture out and face the rains.
"Baba, where you want to go, I have my scooter, you want to come with me", by that time the rains had decreased in intensity.
For a moment, William felt awkward to sit pillion rider with a women driving which he had not done over the years. But he himself did not know how to drive either.
"But I do not know to drive, " said William
"But are you shy sitting with me on my scooter, retorted Maria.
"I will teach to you drive, it is not a geared scooter you know to ride a bicycle then no problem. Let's wait for a second".
She used her dupata to cover her face and pulled another cloth from her silver lined handbag to mask William face.
Now no one could recognize them with the darkness and the mask which had opening for the mouth and eyes.
She then demonstrated William how to put the ignition key on and how to get the scooter on way to its journey.
"Can I sit with my legs apart or do want me to sit on one side, asked Maria who was wearing a red colured Punjabi dress salwar kameex with golden lined silvery embroidery work which signed in the diminishing light."
"The first position would be better as that will give a balance and for me a first time rider," said William
The distance to her house was a 20 minute drive in normal non rainy conditions. William the first time driver was slowly and cautiously making his way to his destination and with stories of slip and fall happening on the first rains which hit the city he took extra care and what with an extra baggage at his back.
He hardly crossed the 40 kilometres limit on the speedometer.
The rains intensity increased after some five ten minutes drive.
"Oh it is very cold, William scream as water came running from his fore head and drenched him and went all the way to his crouch. The ice cold water touching his testis made him shiver".
Maria noticed this do you want me to hold you as that would give you some warmth.
She slipped her arms around William waist.
The shivery feeling which William experienced was suddenly gone, the big muscular arms gong around him and the gentle touch of a women suddenly took him to an alleviated feelings, he did not know what to do one he wanted to take of her hands off him but a gush of blood was flowing in all his veins were it was going he has no idea and how it was happening. William was puzzled. The feeling of rush of blood continued instead of a cold feeling warmness had descended on William.
And with was the first time in his life that he has been hugged tight by a lady.
He could do any thing he had become a prisoner of the circumstances.
Maria also felt the rush of blood in her veins too, he had a prize catch and in a weird circumstances and he did not want to leave the catch.
"You have a soft skin. And you are muscular too," Maria pushing a little deeper and closer to her body felt some of the muscles of William.
And as they had pushed half way through the journey Maria hand slipped its way from its grip after the scooter lost its balance at one of the numerous pot holes.
Off it went and on its way felt a hard surface. William was in full fury. Oh what a size and an a half she pondered.
She remained calm in her response. She retreated her arms from around his hips and instead held them folded before in a lock before her small-sized breasts. But then William was missing on something.
He requested Maria to have the company of the comforting arms around him to give him the warmth of a human body.
At the end of the journey, Maria made it appoint to take William to his home and gave him a choice in choosing between a brandy and coffee to get over the shivery feelings.
"Coffee would be fine with me", he said.
He than gave him her husband's pant and shirt and asked him to change his clothes, the pant could not fix in and the shirt was twice the size but William had no choice.
Her husband waist was 50 and the pants would not fit William who was just 30. With the towel draped around his waist he came out to show his shirt to Maria and the lack of pants made Maria blush in a teasing smile. Her imaginations ran wild as without any underwear William was a playful toy which she play with in days to come.
"You go with this pant and in the middle of your journey they make away and off it goes to show everything to the entire world to see", she screamed. Her screams cold not travel outside as she had made sure she had locked all her doors and windows.
"I have a solution I will put two safety pins and alter the pant for you in ten minutes time do not worry. If you go in this wet clothes you would end up sick", said Maria showing concerns.
After alterations in the pant off went William to the bus stand to catch the last bus of the night. It was quite an eventful day for him. Maria waved him good by at her door and it was the first of the many goodbyes she would be making to young William.
She than ran towards her balcony to see how William's huge buttocks minus the under wear shake in the giant size pant. She took delight in her tailoring work which she had done to make her husband pants fit on William.
That was the start of things were William was replacing Malcolm in many things which were his but were gifted to William on a platter by Maria.
William had to return back to pick his suit and on his part he had to return the pant and shirt of Maria's husband. Maria made sure William got her phone number lest he may turn up at her door step and no one will be there to welcome him.
In deed William came back and came back coming for more and more in search for a thread of friendship which grew with each passing day and with William being exposed to a new alien world and new awakening stirring in him.
Maria took care to build the friendship brick by brick and not rushing on to things. Enticing William into her den was not easy. She had to be very careful,
What if he goes to town and pants her as a loose women, if she opens to him very fast that she did not want to do.
Her plan was evolve around talks of sexual encounters of her neigbours, who beaded with whom, who got what type of sexual diseases, of husbands could not satisfy their wife and which women had lovers and how many of them.
That was the arousal of the sexual thunder in young William. He was just feeling the sexual desires creeping into him, he just finished his school education and was into elementary higher secondary school. Such talk completed dazzled him.
Live has been a struggle for Maria not financially but emotionally for the well built hip shaking muscular women. But she had fought ever bit of it and was not ready to take in meekly. She knew how to play her cards and if the situation got worse she knew how to spread her legs for men- men who used to beat around the bush for her work favours - the same men would be damp squid, with a juicy encounter waiting for them to top their work.
But than, she was no cheap women who will fall for any man. Numerous men proposed to her and came knocking on her door at unearthly hours of the night, some government officers asking for favours, but than she was choosy and picked her man whom she liked and not any one, for whom releasing their sexual energy was the one and foremost thing in mind.
She plotted and worked her way to win a men's heart whom she wanted to take her bed.
She was no whore, she would tell her lovers, if love me trust me other wise we part ways with our sexual indulgences and be just friends. And than she valued her respect in the eyes of her children and she did not want to hurt her husband either.
A typical new generation of liberated women, who fought and got her things from her seamen husband, Malcolm, a husband who spend nine months sailing on board the ship. His ship which sailed different ports of the world.
And as the saying went around in his village- he was no different from other sailors, -sailors having wife's at every port they go- at every port he made sure the pent up energy was released. Girls who would come crushing in at each of the seamen club which his port touched.
Some of the girls would give in favors only for the sake of liquor while others were truly professionally.
And when every time his ship docked and the girls came flocking in he would remember the popular song that a singer back home would sing in his young days.
And the song went like this- seamen are not be trusted, they invariably do not take pictures of good girls (read moral high acclaimed girls), the girls whom they bring pictures to show home to their friends are girls worth equal to the 500 coconuts husk, (meaning cheap girls).
But he made sure that his wife also got a dose of the life of a seaman at the sea and life in the western world. A peep into the western world of the free life style - the nude shows, the strip clubs, the one-night stands.
She also got undue attention from the sexually starved men at sea as being the only women among the thirty odd men. A new sexual revolution was generating in her which she unwittingly did not know where it became and when it all began, by the time she had realized it she had stepped out of the boundaries and it was too late to retract back.
Her wants her magnified and she was craving for extra bit of it, which she was not findings. Suddenly the act with her husband of eight years was becoming boring; she also realized that the age difference of 12 years was a hindrance to her attaining full Orgasm.
The Stars were shining in the sky, and she was quietly admiring them, the weather was chilly and the sea was choppy but than watching the stars and passing time was better than staying indoors in the cabin. Then came a knock on the door, she ran to open it thinking her husband had come back to the cabin but instead it was Conrad who came in.
He is doing overtime and will back in another two hours time. He told me to give you company as you will be feeling bored.
Conrad a deck engineer, was a polished man, in his late twenties, a six-footer with big moustaches and a muscular frame he has been married two years back and eagerly missed his wife who stayed back home.
The pangs of separation and the emotional void were waiting to be fulfilled.
He knew how to make a woman comfortable. In his college days he had dated many girls, he for one knew how to make a woman comfortable and that was half the battle won he would say to himself- his successful mantra.
At the other end a storm was building up in Maria and a restless mind was troubling her thoughts, thoughts which needed an outlet.
And what a sigh of relief, that at last she had found a man and a soul to pour out her difficulties and troubles at sea.
A soothing relief was needed. And Conrad was the one who came armed with a magical wand for her troubles
That night Maria spelt well but during the day time the poise and elegance of Conrad came to haunt her. She was constantly fighting within her herself I am married lady and have my husband and my children, no I should not be doing it craving, for another man.
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Married at eighteen mother of three at twenty-six, the flowerily innocence of childhood was snatched away from her at a teenage age.
Snatched away was she from her lover Angelo. The college romance had flowered enough to go past the hugs and kisses to watching the sunset on the beaches. The warmth of holding the body of Angelo in her arms pushed Maria into a spin, a spin in her head and body. That night she did not sleep, she tossed around on her bed. That was the first night that she could not sleep all her life. But that was the beginning of many sleepless nights.
The love tree has just started to bloom, she dreamt of the flowers that the tree will bloom with and her dream house will have the flowers adoring as attraction.
Angelo was four years her elder, and worked for shipbuilding yard. His village house dotted the many houses closed crammed in the small area.
Houses which were rented to migrant labourers from Karnataka and Orissa. Labourers who worked on the numerous trawlers which came anchoring at the jetty close to his village.
The labourers came home with abundant fish cash once in a while and Angelo an recipient of their generosity a number of times.
Angelo had few of his village chums for company most of his school mates had migrated to work on ships or in the gulf- with recommendations from their close friends and relatives. He had no one to fall back on.
Summer time had just set in and the sun was going down, the fishing village was getting ready for another night. Night when the insects will coming in a herd and dying near the small 60 watt bulb that grandmother Annie would light through out the night to keep the insects away from her bed.
The mangoes had ripened and Leo was making sure he brought down at least two of them with one stone aim of his. They were Mancurda variety mangoes and Lucy the lady never plucked them. She was too busy traveling from America to Mumbai to Goa. She divided time between her family based in the land of the dollar dreams and the madding city of dreams for Indians.
Every day Maria would wait sitting near the mango tree hoping that she would take home some and have it after her lunch and dinner. She would end with a catch of eight to ten every day.
She had just come home from holidays from Karwar as their mother along with the siblings had shifted to the neigbouring state to teach them English medium education over the Portuguese one .
Maria's father Xavier was fighting a war against the colonial rule of the Portuguese and that meant he made sure that his children would not learn Portuguese.
She had no inklings of her father militant intentions of over throwing the Portuguese rule, all she aspired for in her carefree time as a teenager enjoying her holidays was collecting mangoes and mangoes. Until Angelo came in and snatched her mangoes.
That day a chilly wind blew across the village and with a scent of the mud, Maria's grandmother Annie immediately guessed that it had rained somewhere from the scent of the mud and the chilly wind. Indeed it had rained and more rain was in the air.
Maria stepped out of her house and what she saw was enthralling, the clouds were hovering overhead and the roar of the Arabian sea could be hear. She jumped into her house skipping the four steps, leaping with joy.
She was sure that gusty winds would follow in the coming hours. And she would be rich with mangoes.
Angelo had just finished his school education in a catholic school in Mumbai and like all Mumbaikars who used to come to Goa for holidays he too had come to goa for holidays. His parents whilst returning from Goa made sure they stuffed enough of dry fish, mango pickle and Molio to last a year.
He for one relished his mangoes, one morning Angelo eyes fell on the mangoes that Maria was carrying with her. More than the mangoes as a teenager just entering puberty he tongue licked in nourishment the smaller mangoes that maria carried with her and which were just protruding out of her T-shirt which had tuned wet on account of the rains.
Angelo could not take his eyes of Maria for a few minutes, until a strong thunder shook him. He was embarrassed that he was shaken by the thunder and more so Maria laughed to his heart content seeing a young man shaken by the sound of the thunder.
The young man wanted to talk his way to Maria and explain that he was a strong man and not a timid one, one who can be shaken by the thunder. That night he pondered over how to get an opportunity.
What better opportunity than the mangoes, if he is lucky he will tasting fresh fruits and preparing grounds to taste two more in a few months or years to come.
The next morning Angelo was early from bed a fact which startled their parents, for a boy who was habitually late in getting up was quick from bed and off for the mango tree. Maria was no where to be there and his eyes were fixed in the direction of the pathway in which she came running to the mango tree.
She came running but there were not mangoes left there from the overnight fall. She was amazed. How could this happen. She wondered and than all of a sudden Angelo emerged from his hiding and surprised her. The sudden appearance shook her. She did not say anything but smile at him.
So you are the first one and you want to snatch my mangoes, she said. Your mangoes , your mangoes no one snatch he said with a ting, poor Maria could not understand what he meant. Bust she was sad that she had a competitor for the mangoes falling from the tree.
That day her catch was only two, the next day none after waiting at the mango tree for eight hours. She was scolded by her parents but still she came back to the tree crestfallen but with the enthusiasm of a teenager.
She had no one to tell her feelings, the anguish and sadness reflected on her face. It was the time for Angelo to reach her heart and strike the first line of friendship.
That was some twenty years back.
She still lived in her two-bedroom flat, but now she was in peace with herself having accomplished a mission of successfully educating her children and having the company of her retired husband beside her.
But live has come back a full circle for her.
She had not lost the sex appeal of her 30's and 40's, the appeal which made her a hot commodity, but her body metabolism her undergone a change and with the change, a change in sexual approach.
Old habits die hard and so was the case with Maria. The glare , the secret admiration
Was all kicking in the back of her mind but the body was not ready for the action. And then, she had to deal with a new problem in her household - her daughter-in-law.
It was some fifteen years that Maria had last seen William, the last of her several lover boys. Maria, who had then successfully played the seduction game, luring him into her fold with slow and elegant steps.
NOTE: THE STORY IS PURELY A FICITICIOUS ACCOUNT AND BEARS NO RESAMBLANCE TO ANY ONE LIVING OR DEAD.
AUTHOR
Will William's heart heel and why Maria, the jilted lover of William, turn out to be a woman in serpent clothing's. Or was she really a serpent, as was being made out by the families of her former lovers.
Did she really play a cruel game, on a god-fearing, loving and cheerful village boy, who came to the city for education. But instead of a degree in education, he would end as one the faceless Casanova of the fast changing city and an unrecognized degree in love -making.
William, like him many other youths from the city had fallen prey to the lust seeking Maria colleagues, all whom got their tips of the deadly game from her. She derived pleasure from the game that her friends played with teenagers of the city college. Austin, George, Cajie, Royston and many more had lost their virginity to Maria and her friends .
Was Maria really the serpent, she was made out to be, many doubted it. They had to go by her looks as she had a demeanor of a harmless, ever helpful, cooperative neighbor; none took the accusations heaped on her by her ex lover's family at face value. That was her greater strength in the face of adversity
Or was she herself a victim of the circumstances.
Read to find out more……..
The weather outside was typical tropical winter day weather, not unusual hot and not cold either. A weather which draws hordes of white skinned foreign tourists to bask in the sun, have a tan, sip bottles and bottles of beer and cheap wine, indulge in frolickers of sun bathing in the nude and snorting on doses of their favoured drugs and dance to the tunes of trance music.
That was all happening on the 105 kilometres coastline which Mother Nature has blessed the beach side hub of Goa, the western Indian state.
The city habitants who lived some six kilometers from the hustle and bustle of beach life were not too concerned on what went on the beach and what the foreigners did on the beach.
That was a different world for them, a western world transported into a developing world. Were one night stands, dancing in the nude, walking or jogging topless on the beach, padeophiles prowling on the beaches, women selling sex on the beach and swingers clubs were all a new phenomena which the beach-side Goa was gearing up with a leap in tourism trade.
That was the other side of Goa for Maria, a devoted house wife to her husband and mother to Malcolm's children.
Publicly she would flaunt her sexuality and hiding her eyes behind the big dark glasses she would flaunt at men's muscularity from top to both and especially, if the men belonged to be one of her ex-lover's. She took special pride and pressure in figuring out the changes her men had undergone over the years when he was away form her.
She oozed in her sex appeal, which made her tantalizing as a kill to beat the boredom.
In her talks and in her walks she hardly gave the impression that she could hardly be the married woman who could prey on other man.
But once in the confines of the wall of the double bedroom flat of Maria, the outside weather had no relation. She was in turmoil with her own self and in search of her own identity. A volcano waiting to erupt, the lava awaiting an outlet.
But then, she had to been within the confines of her social behaviour.
Maria, over the years even after giving birth to three children had the grace and elegance and the shape which a teenager would fall for. Her luscious lips were the most alluring of all and gave her wheatish complexion a perfect push up. She carried herself well and was apt in carrying a conversation on varied topics.
But deep inside her she was restless. Her daily chores started from cleaning the rice and than boiling it over the LPG cylinder, preparing vegetable dishes and non-vegetable dishes for her school returning children.
She had elegantly done the décor of her house imbibing the ideas and keen observations she had made on her numerous foreign junks with her seamen husband.
The carpet in the sitting room was from Germany, the sofa covers were imported from Macau, and the furniture too was from Macau but sold locally by a dealer who imported it all the way.
The mosquito net was part of the baggage from Netherlands and the Television set from Japan. The big wall clock which was hanged just over the giant 42 inch TV set was a gift from the captain of the ship and was assembled in Hungary.
The curtains came from Korea and had furious tigers and lions emerging from them all ready to pounce on you. The window curtains were transparent from inside, but the outside world could not peep into the inside world of Maria house. And it was done with a purpose.
Maria relished her privacy and no intruder could peep into her house to have a view of her house and her world.
She had employed Ruksanna, a frail lady in her 50's to help in her house hold work. The amount of stress the widower had witness throughout her life had made her skin sag and her eye balls had retreated more into their sockets adding to her years.
She lost count on the years she had been doing house hold works in the city. She as a young Muslim bride at 13, made her passage into Goa chasing a dream with her husband from across the western ghats (hills) and was called "ghatti".
The dreams remained only a distant mirage. Mother to Mustaq's fourteen children, her world was a crumbled one, with the cheap liquor available at every step in Goa piling up her agonies.
She stayed in a tin house with her children and ever since her husband's death she had to deal with the drunkenness of her seven sons. A house which floated when floods came gushing in with the seasonal rains further tossing upside down her shaky world.
Snakes sneaking into the house and deadly scorpions finding their way into their belongings was an every day occurrence for Ruksanna.
And she did house hold chores for a half a dozen house holds in the area.
Maria's world was also drifting, unlike Ruksanna, she had the economic stability but she was in search of love and attention which a woman craves, a huge void she felt was left vacant in her life, which even after the age of 35 she has not been able to fulfill.
The lack of attention and non fulfillments of her needs - physical and emotional had crossed the brim. She was in constant conflict with herself and the values that society valued from a married lady with three grown up children.
And when she was alone pondering over the years gone by fast and thick, she would relive in the thrilling moments she had in the company of her lovers.
The stolen moments of love and lust she spend in the hotels, the beaches, the water falls, the dams and the journeys they took through the congested roads. The travels were as fresh as the roses which she nurtured and cared on her balcony facing the road below her apartment.
Everybody wanted to go to bed with her.
The cold storage owner Piety, the tailor Bernard, the foreign recruiting agent Mahesh all pried on her. They were waiting for a chance to strike a talk with her. The iron rod blowing hot and cold, as and when she visited them to buy some things or some work to be processed.
But than they were not the men she fancied on, she fancied sweet teens for her dreams. Pick them by the collar and teach them the trade of the tricks.
William was one of them. Stranded at the Church after the wedding ceremony of his distant relative, and with rains continually pouring and with all his known relatives acquaintances and friends one by one leaving, he was left gazing into the dark sky as he stood waiting for the rains to stop. Giving him company was a middle aged lady who too came for the wedding nuptials.
William forefathers were Portuguese who had settled in Goa many centuries back and the traits of the European streak ran through him. The light blue suit he wore added to a few more inches and gave his innocent looks an added glamour. The mixture of brown, black moustaches and the goatee beard made him stand out in the small crowd of his friends and relatives wherever he went.
And this shy introvert nature which drew the stranded lady to strike a conversion with William.
The night shadows were lengthening the moon had come out and the cloudy skies had cleared but it was still raining. He and the lady did not have raincoats to venture out and face the rains.
"Baba, where you want to go, I have my scooter, you want to come with me", by that time the rains had decreased in intensity.
For a moment, William felt awkward to sit pillion rider with a women driving which he had not done over the years. But he himself did not know how to drive either.
"But I do not know to drive, " said William
"But are you shy sitting with me on my scooter, retorted Maria.
"I will teach to you drive, it is not a geared scooter you know to ride a bicycle then no problem. Let's wait for a second".
She used her dupata to cover her face and pulled another cloth from her silver lined handbag to mask William face.
Now no one could recognize them with the darkness and the mask which had opening for the mouth and eyes.
She then demonstrated William how to put the ignition key on and how to get the scooter on way to its journey.
"Can I sit with my legs apart or do want me to sit on one side, asked Maria who was wearing a red colured Punjabi dress salwar kameex with golden lined silvery embroidery work which signed in the diminishing light."
"The first position would be better as that will give a balance and for me a first time rider," said William
The distance to her house was a 20 minute drive in normal non rainy conditions. William the first time driver was slowly and cautiously making his way to his destination and with stories of slip and fall happening on the first rains which hit the city he took extra care and what with an extra baggage at his back.
He hardly crossed the 40 kilometres limit on the speedometer.
The rains intensity increased after some five ten minutes drive.
"Oh it is very cold, William scream as water came running from his fore head and drenched him and went all the way to his crouch. The ice cold water touching his testis made him shiver".
Maria noticed this do you want me to hold you as that would give you some warmth.
She slipped her arms around William waist.
The shivery feeling which William experienced was suddenly gone, the big muscular arms gong around him and the gentle touch of a women suddenly took him to an alleviated feelings, he did not know what to do one he wanted to take of her hands off him but a gush of blood was flowing in all his veins were it was going he has no idea and how it was happening. William was puzzled. The feeling of rush of blood continued instead of a cold feeling warmness had descended on William.
And with was the first time in his life that he has been hugged tight by a lady.
He could do any thing he had become a prisoner of the circumstances.
Maria also felt the rush of blood in her veins too, he had a prize catch and in a weird circumstances and he did not want to leave the catch.
"You have a soft skin. And you are muscular too," Maria pushing a little deeper and closer to her body felt some of the muscles of William.
And as they had pushed half way through the journey Maria hand slipped its way from its grip after the scooter lost its balance at one of the numerous pot holes.
Off it went and on its way felt a hard surface. William was in full fury. Oh what a size and an a half she pondered.
She remained calm in her response. She retreated her arms from around his hips and instead held them folded before in a lock before her small-sized breasts. But then William was missing on something.
He requested Maria to have the company of the comforting arms around him to give him the warmth of a human body.
At the end of the journey, Maria made it appoint to take William to his home and gave him a choice in choosing between a brandy and coffee to get over the shivery feelings.
"Coffee would be fine with me", he said.
He than gave him her husband's pant and shirt and asked him to change his clothes, the pant could not fix in and the shirt was twice the size but William had no choice.
Her husband waist was 50 and the pants would not fit William who was just 30. With the towel draped around his waist he came out to show his shirt to Maria and the lack of pants made Maria blush in a teasing smile. Her imaginations ran wild as without any underwear William was a playful toy which she play with in days to come.
"You go with this pant and in the middle of your journey they make away and off it goes to show everything to the entire world to see", she screamed. Her screams cold not travel outside as she had made sure she had locked all her doors and windows.
"I have a solution I will put two safety pins and alter the pant for you in ten minutes time do not worry. If you go in this wet clothes you would end up sick", said Maria showing concerns.
After alterations in the pant off went William to the bus stand to catch the last bus of the night. It was quite an eventful day for him. Maria waved him good by at her door and it was the first of the many goodbyes she would be making to young William.
She than ran towards her balcony to see how William's huge buttocks minus the under wear shake in the giant size pant. She took delight in her tailoring work which she had done to make her husband pants fit on William.
That was the start of things were William was replacing Malcolm in many things which were his but were gifted to William on a platter by Maria.
William had to return back to pick his suit and on his part he had to return the pant and shirt of Maria's husband. Maria made sure William got her phone number lest he may turn up at her door step and no one will be there to welcome him.
In deed William came back and came back coming for more and more in search for a thread of friendship which grew with each passing day and with William being exposed to a new alien world and new awakening stirring in him.
Maria took care to build the friendship brick by brick and not rushing on to things. Enticing William into her den was not easy. She had to be very careful,
What if he goes to town and pants her as a loose women, if she opens to him very fast that she did not want to do.
Her plan was evolve around talks of sexual encounters of her neigbours, who beaded with whom, who got what type of sexual diseases, of husbands could not satisfy their wife and which women had lovers and how many of them.
That was the arousal of the sexual thunder in young William. He was just feeling the sexual desires creeping into him, he just finished his school education and was into elementary higher secondary school. Such talk completed dazzled him.
Live has been a struggle for Maria not financially but emotionally for the well built hip shaking muscular women. But she had fought ever bit of it and was not ready to take in meekly. She knew how to play her cards and if the situation got worse she knew how to spread her legs for men- men who used to beat around the bush for her work favours - the same men would be damp squid, with a juicy encounter waiting for them to top their work.
But than, she was no cheap women who will fall for any man. Numerous men proposed to her and came knocking on her door at unearthly hours of the night, some government officers asking for favours, but than she was choosy and picked her man whom she liked and not any one, for whom releasing their sexual energy was the one and foremost thing in mind.
She plotted and worked her way to win a men's heart whom she wanted to take her bed.
She was no whore, she would tell her lovers, if love me trust me other wise we part ways with our sexual indulgences and be just friends. And than she valued her respect in the eyes of her children and she did not want to hurt her husband either.
A typical new generation of liberated women, who fought and got her things from her seamen husband, Malcolm, a husband who spend nine months sailing on board the ship. His ship which sailed different ports of the world.
And as the saying went around in his village- he was no different from other sailors, -sailors having wife's at every port they go- at every port he made sure the pent up energy was released. Girls who would come crushing in at each of the seamen club which his port touched.
Some of the girls would give in favors only for the sake of liquor while others were truly professionally.
And when every time his ship docked and the girls came flocking in he would remember the popular song that a singer back home would sing in his young days.
And the song went like this- seamen are not be trusted, they invariably do not take pictures of good girls (read moral high acclaimed girls), the girls whom they bring pictures to show home to their friends are girls worth equal to the 500 coconuts husk, (meaning cheap girls).
But he made sure that his wife also got a dose of the life of a seaman at the sea and life in the western world. A peep into the western world of the free life style - the nude shows, the strip clubs, the one-night stands.
She also got undue attention from the sexually starved men at sea as being the only women among the thirty odd men. A new sexual revolution was generating in her which she unwittingly did not know where it became and when it all began, by the time she had realized it she had stepped out of the boundaries and it was too late to retract back.
Her wants her magnified and she was craving for extra bit of it, which she was not findings. Suddenly the act with her husband of eight years was becoming boring; she also realized that the age difference of 12 years was a hindrance to her attaining full Orgasm.
The Stars were shining in the sky, and she was quietly admiring them, the weather was chilly and the sea was choppy but than watching the stars and passing time was better than staying indoors in the cabin. Then came a knock on the door, she ran to open it thinking her husband had come back to the cabin but instead it was Conrad who came in.
He is doing overtime and will back in another two hours time. He told me to give you company as you will be feeling bored.
Conrad a deck engineer, was a polished man, in his late twenties, a six-footer with big moustaches and a muscular frame he has been married two years back and eagerly missed his wife who stayed back home.
The pangs of separation and the emotional void were waiting to be fulfilled.
He knew how to make a woman comfortable. In his college days he had dated many girls, he for one knew how to make a woman comfortable and that was half the battle won he would say to himself- his successful mantra.
At the other end a storm was building up in Maria and a restless mind was troubling her thoughts, thoughts which needed an outlet.
And what a sigh of relief, that at last she had found a man and a soul to pour out her difficulties and troubles at sea.
A soothing relief was needed. And Conrad was the one who came armed with a magical wand for her troubles
That night Maria spelt well but during the day time the poise and elegance of Conrad came to haunt her. She was constantly fighting within her herself I am married lady and have my husband and my children, no I should not be doing it craving, for another man.
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Married at eighteen mother of three at twenty-six, the flowerily innocence of childhood was snatched away from her at a teenage age.
Snatched away was she from her lover Angelo. The college romance had flowered enough to go past the hugs and kisses to watching the sunset on the beaches. The warmth of holding the body of Angelo in her arms pushed Maria into a spin, a spin in her head and body. That night she did not sleep, she tossed around on her bed. That was the first night that she could not sleep all her life. But that was the beginning of many sleepless nights.
The love tree has just started to bloom, she dreamt of the flowers that the tree will bloom with and her dream house will have the flowers adoring as attraction.
Angelo was four years her elder, and worked for shipbuilding yard. His village house dotted the many houses closed crammed in the small area.
Houses which were rented to migrant labourers from Karnataka and Orissa. Labourers who worked on the numerous trawlers which came anchoring at the jetty close to his village.
The labourers came home with abundant fish cash once in a while and Angelo an recipient of their generosity a number of times.
Angelo had few of his village chums for company most of his school mates had migrated to work on ships or in the gulf- with recommendations from their close friends and relatives. He had no one to fall back on.
Summer time had just set in and the sun was going down, the fishing village was getting ready for another night. Night when the insects will coming in a herd and dying near the small 60 watt bulb that grandmother Annie would light through out the night to keep the insects away from her bed.
The mangoes had ripened and Leo was making sure he brought down at least two of them with one stone aim of his. They were Mancurda variety mangoes and Lucy the lady never plucked them. She was too busy traveling from America to Mumbai to Goa. She divided time between her family based in the land of the dollar dreams and the madding city of dreams for Indians.
Every day Maria would wait sitting near the mango tree hoping that she would take home some and have it after her lunch and dinner. She would end with a catch of eight to ten every day.
She had just come home from holidays from Karwar as their mother along with the siblings had shifted to the neigbouring state to teach them English medium education over the Portuguese one .
Maria's father Xavier was fighting a war against the colonial rule of the Portuguese and that meant he made sure that his children would not learn Portuguese.
She had no inklings of her father militant intentions of over throwing the Portuguese rule, all she aspired for in her carefree time as a teenager enjoying her holidays was collecting mangoes and mangoes. Until Angelo came in and snatched her mangoes.
That day a chilly wind blew across the village and with a scent of the mud, Maria's grandmother Annie immediately guessed that it had rained somewhere from the scent of the mud and the chilly wind. Indeed it had rained and more rain was in the air.
Maria stepped out of her house and what she saw was enthralling, the clouds were hovering overhead and the roar of the Arabian sea could be hear. She jumped into her house skipping the four steps, leaping with joy.
She was sure that gusty winds would follow in the coming hours. And she would be rich with mangoes.
Angelo had just finished his school education in a catholic school in Mumbai and like all Mumbaikars who used to come to Goa for holidays he too had come to goa for holidays. His parents whilst returning from Goa made sure they stuffed enough of dry fish, mango pickle and Molio to last a year.
He for one relished his mangoes, one morning Angelo eyes fell on the mangoes that Maria was carrying with her. More than the mangoes as a teenager just entering puberty he tongue licked in nourishment the smaller mangoes that maria carried with her and which were just protruding out of her T-shirt which had tuned wet on account of the rains.
Angelo could not take his eyes of Maria for a few minutes, until a strong thunder shook him. He was embarrassed that he was shaken by the thunder and more so Maria laughed to his heart content seeing a young man shaken by the sound of the thunder.
The young man wanted to talk his way to Maria and explain that he was a strong man and not a timid one, one who can be shaken by the thunder. That night he pondered over how to get an opportunity.
What better opportunity than the mangoes, if he is lucky he will tasting fresh fruits and preparing grounds to taste two more in a few months or years to come.
The next morning Angelo was early from bed a fact which startled their parents, for a boy who was habitually late in getting up was quick from bed and off for the mango tree. Maria was no where to be there and his eyes were fixed in the direction of the pathway in which she came running to the mango tree.
She came running but there were not mangoes left there from the overnight fall. She was amazed. How could this happen. She wondered and than all of a sudden Angelo emerged from his hiding and surprised her. The sudden appearance shook her. She did not say anything but smile at him.
So you are the first one and you want to snatch my mangoes, she said. Your mangoes , your mangoes no one snatch he said with a ting, poor Maria could not understand what he meant. Bust she was sad that she had a competitor for the mangoes falling from the tree.
That day her catch was only two, the next day none after waiting at the mango tree for eight hours. She was scolded by her parents but still she came back to the tree crestfallen but with the enthusiasm of a teenager.
She had no one to tell her feelings, the anguish and sadness reflected on her face. It was the time for Angelo to reach her heart and strike the first line of friendship.
That was some twenty years back.
She still lived in her two-bedroom flat, but now she was in peace with herself having accomplished a mission of successfully educating her children and having the company of her retired husband beside her.
But live has come back a full circle for her.
She had not lost the sex appeal of her 30's and 40's, the appeal which made her a hot commodity, but her body metabolism her undergone a change and with the change, a change in sexual approach.
Old habits die hard and so was the case with Maria. The glare , the secret admiration
Was all kicking in the back of her mind but the body was not ready for the action. And then, she had to deal with a new problem in her household - her daughter-in-law.
It was some fifteen years that Maria had last seen William, the last of her several lover boys. Maria, who had then successfully played the seduction game, luring him into her fold with slow and elegant steps.
NOTE: THE STORY IS PURELY A FICITICIOUS ACCOUNT AND BEARS NO RESAMBLANCE TO ANY ONE LIVING OR DEAD.
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