kantribaby
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‘Mom, don’t stand there like that, you are completely naked, someone might see!’ Salim squealed from the bed concerned.
‘Sshhh…there’s no one. Come here, it’s a beautiful morning.’ Preetha beckoned at Salim who looked a bit doubtful and shy being stark naked himself but couldn’t ignore her call. He slid out of the bed still sipping from the cup and joined her, caution in his eyes.
Yes, indeed it was a beautiful morning; it was close to eight now and there was still not a single soul on the road. The windows of all the buildings around were closed, blinds draped. Rain was still falling in a drizzle. ‘Look, there’s no one…as if we are the only two people left in the planet, isn’t it?’ Preetha said smiling at Salim who was still stealing furtive glances at her nakedness and a cautious eye out. ‘He feels so protective about me.’ Preetha mused and drew him closer to her. She wrapped the drapery around her abdomen, but her breasts were completely bare yet. She was loving the feel of the morning air too much to cover herself.
Pale clouds roiled in the sky. The wet smell of the earth and trees permeated the morning air. Far in the horizon of the city she could see dark clouds gathering again. It would be another rainy day which she welcomed. Nature which seemed bleak and depressing yesterday felt joyous and full of promises. With her hand drawing Salim closer, and caressing his skinny shoulder she started singing, a song of Rabindranath Tagore –
‘Aabar esechhe aasharh aakash chheye,
Aashe bristiro subas baatas beye.
Ei puraton hriday aamar aaji pulake duliya utthichhe aabar baaji
Nutan megher ghonimar paane cheye.
Rohiya rohiya bipul maatther pore nabo trinodole baadoler chhaya pore.
Esechhe esechhe, ei katha bale pran, esechhe esechhe utthiteche ei gaan
Nayoney esechhe, hridaye esechhe dheye.’
Translation –
‘The monsoon has come again, swathing the skies
Wafting through the breeze the rain fragrance beguiles.
This old soul of mine, echoes in thrill
Watching the gathering clouds drill.
Steadily over the meadow, grows the rain clouds shadow
It is here shouts the heart, it is here sings the song.
Delights eyes, rushes towards life.’
Salim was mesmerized, enthralled by her voice as she sang freely, the dulcet tune, the cadences enchanting his ears and soul. Preetha had a beautiful voice and he heard her the night before, but in this morning it felt the clouds and rains were singing in unison with her. He craned his neck and looked up at her, the bliss on her face, her half closed eyes and movements of her beautiful lips forming the divine words of the great poet. He couldn’t believe these same lips were wrapped around his organ not even an hour ago, this same body he entered time after time all through the night and morning. At that moment despite her nakedness she looked like something sacred, something unachievable, and sublime. He realized it was not just physical union she granted him, it was a sacrament he was blessed with.
Salim dropped on his knees and held on to her thick powerful legs. Preetha leaned back on the wall, resigning to his worship as he held on to her, shedding tears.
‘You are not a woman Mommy...you are a Goddess...and I do mean it from my heart. Tell me...tell me why did you show me such grace? Who am I? I am just a wretched orphan boy. Why do I deserve this? I can’t believe this is all real, please tell me...tell me mommy this is real. If it is not then I will die at this instant.’
A barrage of tearful words left Salim, Preetha listened to him, calmness had settled on her. She knew her role in this relationship. Singing the song had enlightened her. She was not just a mother with whom her son will ever bicker with or answer back, she was a veritable goddess to Salim and she embraced that role. Her superiority was absolute and Salim desired it with a slavish urge. He knew he was not her equal and will always remain so. He will do anything and everything for her happiness. Her wish will be his command and so be it.
A trembling sigh left her lips as she said ‘It is real Salim. We will be together forever, I give you my word, I will be your and yours only. I will be the goddess and the mother who will protect you, nurture you, love you and you will be my son, my worshipper whose absolute devotion will be with me forever.’
‘Thank you, thank you Mommy...’ Salim said as a shiver ran through his body, his face was at level with her vagina, her yoni, the divine flower of creation framed by the dense grass garden of kesh or pubic hair. It was the sacred passage which took him to adulthood and introduced him to sensations he never could even imagine existed, the scent of their union still trailing off from the glistening folds. The feeling it gave Salim was not of lust but of rupture, as he was beholding the holy grail of his goddess, the seat of power of a woman.
Preetha put her hands on his shoulders, nudging him to get up and held him lovingly, they pressed themselves on the cool glass of the bay window looking at the beauty of a city whose thirst has been quenched after a long summer, it reflected their own souls as their eyes wandered off in the distance. ‘Let’s go out baby...lets enjoy the wind in the balcony. It is summoning me.’ She whispered in his ear. ‘But Mommy we are completely naked...we can’t go out in the open like this. People might see us.’ Salim protested doubtfully.
‘Oh come on...do you see a soul outside? Next building is far away, no one can see us...let’s enjoy the view from the balcony.’ Preetha’s sense of mischief and adventure was overwhelming her reason. The risk of being seen naked was there for sure. There might be a peeping tom in the nearby buildings. Everyone knew that a beautiful woman lived alone in this apartment, and who knows which curious eyes might spy on them? But something rebelled inside Preetha, ‘Let them see if they want and grow jealous of this little boy.’ The risk of being spied upon made it even more exciting for her.
‘No Mommy...we can’t go out like that. I cannot risk anyone see you like this. You will be naked for me and only me.’ Salim shook his head. Preetha sighed in a resigned manner, Salim had grown too protective of her to risk her dignity even if she felt the urge of brave it out. Salim suddenly slipped out of her arms nimbly like an eel and ran towards the bed. Preetha laughed and chased him playfully trying to catch him but he was too fast.