“Enough of the smell. shut up”
“Want?”
“It looks like porridge”
“Just put it in your mouth when it comes. drinking It’s been a long time since I’ve had pool juice too.”
“No. It looks like he will enjoy this world for a little while longer. After some time, I will play a game and give you a drink.”
Padma took her mouth from my rod and started watching the movie with me. Now the old woman on the screen was sitting on his boat peeling a bat.
“What’s wrong? See how you are coping.” I said.
“Like 40, 50 years old. Are you enjoying her?”
“Why did you say that? Look at her baby. How beautiful Kundu Gunda is. See how it shakes. Look at the Buddha. How is Perusa Mondaya? Look how cute the tire on her waist is”
I continued with a slight gap.
“Just as there is a beauty in a fruit that looks like a stone, there is a beauty in a fruit that hangs like that.” More to the point, when I was studying in college, I admired aunties like Srividya and Sathyapriya more than Simran Jyotika. Just think about them. My trunk will be planted. You need a paycheck to drive old puppets like that.”
“Hmm. It seems that you are very much in love with Aunty. Instead of marrying me without speaking, you could have asked our mother and married her,” Padma said with a smile.
“Yes. That would have been good too” I also laughed.
Padma thought something in silence for a while.
“What are you thinking?”
“What, do you like my mother?”
“Why do you ask? I like it. Very nice people”
“I don’t mean that”
“Do you like to call my mother?”
I was a bit stumped.
“Hey. What to say? aunty see”
“What’s wrong with my mother? How about this age
I’m in Kummunnu”
“Chee Chee. Can’t say that. Aunty, I never imagined it like that.”
“Now do it. How about reading my mother”
I imagined it. Ambika aunty is beautiful. Aunt is 42 years old. At an early age, Padma lost her husband when she was two years old. As the man’s hand is not played much, her sex is unfettered. The breasts in the front and the buttocks in the back are very prominent. A single pleat that falls at the waist enhances her beauty. All in all, Ambika aunty has all the qualities of an aunty that I want to read. It seemed that it would be good to make her a bhajan.
“Doesn’t it look good?” Padma asked understanding my mind.
“Boddy. What game is this? Aunty go and think about all this.
“No game. I am serious. Do you know how much my mother longs for Ambala to get well?”
“What do you mean? Aunty?”
– to be continued
