Unfinished Stories For Adults Only
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1)Temptation and the Puritan
There was once a man who was told by his mother that looking at women was the first step to evil. Thinking about what he would do with such women was sin,she had said too. She warned him no further.
He seemed to be very lucky from childhood and seemed to have a knack to make money with the slightest effort. And money attracted women like bees to honey. Now what could he do ! So he would look down at the floor when any woman entered his office. He had rabbit teeth - his front teeth were too long for comfort - and all the money chasers found him cute. Frustratingly his junior would always fail him when the woman was ready - and he was forgiven when he explained that he did not want to hurt them! They found that cuter!
Then there came into his office one day a blond, ravenous, shapely beauty - who was not interested in him or his money. And would you beleive it - she could not look into his eyes -------!
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2) My Lover - my neighbor's wife
In the heat of an amorous embrace, the woman that is involved in an extra marital relationship would at best make a feeble attempt to coax her lover to use a condom. Her conscience along with her wisdom would gradually dissolve into the bliss of pure ecstasy. Her voice would be a whisper - a lame excuse at requesting the man to take precautions and, that done, she shuts her mind to this world and moves on to the next.
Well, she became pregnant and that I came to know when my wife went with all other neighbor's wife's to congratulate her. Shekhar the father of two living diagonally upstairs coaxed me to come along to congratulate Mukherjee. Much to my misfortune I was made to drag along.
My fear of a variety of consequences came haunting me all at once. I imagined her pip squeak of a husband suddenly noticing how much the new born resembled me. I imagined the possibility of her giving me those coy looks of a lover, or brushing against me or touching my hands where only my wife would and this in front of all the neighbors! I even imagined her to come charging at me with an accusing look in her eyes, thrust a new born in my arms and declare, "Now take care of your sins yourself."
So - did I want to congratulate the new parents?! No way! And yet - how could I not go! The neighbors could - sorry, read that as 'would' - become suspicious. My feet could hardly carry me. I entered with my eyes looking down at the floor like a naughty school boy prepared to meet his destiny.
Like so many ducks that have just entered a pool of yummy, muddy water to paddle in, the ladies 'quacked quacked' their way into the Mukherjee home ahead of me. As if on queue, the ducks started squawking like so many hens running loose in the hen house - when they saw the new born baby in the crib! Some hens became doves and began cooing to the new born. And I imagined I saw a baby Sea Lion practicing a manly guffaw in satisfaction at having fathered the subject of this crowd drawing event. Then I saw some asses Hee - Hawing and patting the pip squeak on his back. And amongst all these creatures - the mother. She - she looked out of this world! She was dressed in white and she looked every bit an angel. "Here it comes", I steeled myself for the worst to come, as she approached Shekhar and I . This was the end. I knew it! Her expression now would reveal all. I was finished. My honour, my place in this respectable society was destroyed. If I had a gun I would have surely shot myself right at this moment. My memories raced back to my parents and the "Now be a good boy Harjinder! Believe in Wahe Guru and the Grant Sahib." My memories raced back to the days I had got married and my wife's parents saying, "Now our self respect lies in your hands". My memories raced back to our sons Sunny and Honey leaving for their hostel, "Papa don't tell Ma about the stuff you found under our bed please." I then prayed, "If I could only undo what I was losing I would Wahe Guru!" And all this while, as if in a dream she came closer and closer in slow motion. I could hear her murmur something and it sounded so far, so very far away until suddenly I felt somebody was asking me something. "Did you see Mr.Mukherjee's daughter yet Mr.Singh?" It was my Piyali. Mrs.Piyali Mukherjee. And yet lo and behold - she showed no sign of having done anything wrong. - she was beaming! Obviously - it was so natural - considering the event.
"Yes yes of course Mam!", I blustered, "I would do so soon."
She gracefully smiled at Shekhar and I and drifted away into the midsts of well wishers.
Ahh Hah! I was back in business. And Yes - the baby had my eyes!
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3)The child prostitute
A girl of 2 years had been taught to mention her name as also that of her parents. Very soon she prattles out her address. Born to well off parents, she is surrounded and pampered by a retinue of servants and she learns to feel cared for and protected. That is, until one of the servants decides to kidnap her. He loses his composure while trying to extract a ransom and decides to sell the child to the first bidder - a woman who ran a prostitution centre.
Advertisements by her guardians offering a reward for her safe return are inserted in every newspaper possible and as time went by with no positive response, the monitary reward increased in value, but to no avail.
In the meantime, the child so used to being cajoled to eat , is shocked to be beaten whenever she threw tantrums. Gradually she learned discipline, she learned to understand human behavior and act as the other human desired. She wisely adjusted - and learned to survive!
She grew up to be eleven when she escaped . And then she headed for home!
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