All the beautiful daughters of Mara, Ashok Aatreya [black male authors .TXT] 📗

Khaiyam’s very common theme of his poetry...love...wine and woman…Anand stared at the painting and Sonal served him tea… a with golden design glass bowl of Rasgulla and Bikaneri snacks..
‘Anand… when is your practical? Sonal asked him.
‘Oh it’s not today’…He replied.
‘But you told me for today? She questioned.
‘I pretended. I told you lie’.
‘You also lie?’
‘Sometimes ’
‘Sometimes…means..?’
‘Whenever feel something beyond my limit.’
‘But what was the limit here?’
‘I was again and again feeling myself guilty’.
‘You need not feel anything of that sort…and now finally I want your reply…are you coming to teach me English from tomorrow..?’
‘From tomorrow..?’
‘Yes I am appearing this time for my graduation exam’s…’
‘But then how I can teach you? I have never taught anyone in my life before’…
‘Your English is very good…that I know’.
‘But that’s not enough…Bhabhi…’
‘O.K I will tell you how you can teach me’…Sonal smiled and then all of a sudden she told Anand to come with her as they were going to a new good place…
‘You mean we are going out of the home…Shall I take my bicycle? Anand questioned innocently.
‘We are going to our uncle’s house…that has a beautiful airy basement. It will be good for our studies’ Sonal just stood up…. took old ring of keys hanging on the wall and came out of home. Anand simply followed her not knowing what all was to happen…?

All this moment he had another girl in his mind. His college friend Shaheen, and if had been almost six month over that both of them entered into the dragon of sex. The fire of lust was such that they were ready to die in it. It was becoming a game of 'Shama and Parwana'. Anand could not understand, what temptation must have part him on two parallel boats to appease his sexual appetite day after day unfortunately his relation with Shaheen ended in his self created exile and social isolation.


17/SCHOOL OF LOVE AND GAME OF MAGIC MIRRORS

The Haveli was grand… made of red stones; the carving of the windows was marvelous and the opening gate was very massive. All the portions of the building were locked including the basement, which had two side openings towards the roadside.
Sonal unlocked the main gate and after turning to the right side she asked Anand to help for opening the wooden cover of the basement which was directly connected through its descending stairs. The cover was not very heavy and Anand opened it without much difficulty. From the left side of the interior veranda blue sky was spread like a big blank sheet covering the square of the open space having four side walls with intricate Jharokha’s opening towards the open area of the house. There were scattered houses here and there but another building which was a replica of Sonal’s uncle’s Haveli was just standing diagonally opposite at the little distance belonging to Chhabeeli, a famous prostitute of her time, and after that imposing building there was a long valley stretched up to the renowned temple of Laxminarayan…
When Anand asked Sonal about the similarity of these two attractive architectural grandeurs, she told him that his uncle who was Architecture, first made the haveli for his beloved, the prostitute and then for himself …He gifted the haveli to his beloved as a token of their love.
After opening the lid of such an interesting history and romantic chapter Sonal descended the basement. Anand followed her. He followed her .Since Sonal had the idea of the semi-circular stairs almost absorbed in the darkness...she insisted Anand to step carefully. not touching the right hand wall because the plaster of the wall was very old and it was losing it’s ground…She also told Anand to wait for a little time when they reached the last step.. But due to his hurried action and not following her instructions properly, Anand jumped over the last but one wooden stairs and fell on Sonal’s back who had taken left turn by that time. That irregular step ended into another round of his arms, taking Sonal’s incomplete charge unknowingly in his fold…but with a new word-‘ sorry’ he just freed her and stood in darkness…Sonal told him to wait till she opened the windows..
It was a very normal move in the dark... when side windows were opened light yellow beams of filtered light fell on the carpeted floor…the fishes floating in the beautiful garden tank surrounded by heavy bushes…the motifs of the carpet were in Persian blue color .The design was fantastic. Sonal told him. We may make that table our study-table…the window behind it opens a beautiful panorama of the valley. Sonal and Anand enjoyed each other’s company in the old haveli…Sonal told him about those strange human size fantasy mirrors of haveli which shown the viewer’s image in different typical shapes and disproportionate sizes. These antique mirrors were brought from France, Germany and Belgium… She also told the story of one of the mirrors now not with her, brought from some magician of France which would show the nude image of any person standing before. It blessed and cursed the viewer to enjoy impossible things of the material world but limited his or her age for five years... and after that mirror had gone back to the magician…Sonal told Anand that the life of his uncle and his beloved Chhabeeli, the prostitute ended in five years after the possession of the magic mirror and since then no one else in India had tried to possess that mirror…Even the haveli was not in use for two generations because there was no issue of her uncle...and that building naturally came to her father who was his younger brother…After her marriage it was gifted as dowry to my husband by my father... The story of haveli and magical mirrors impressed Anand deeply and he believed in every word of the tale. Rather Anand was excited to have visited such a place…He was lost in his prospective of fantasies that were directly related to his being a tutor of English and about Sonal as his student…sitting close to him…they closed themselves in the basement the new world of adventures opened before them…!
He had opened another window of his adolescence as he was not able to control his emotions. At such occasions he passed through most volatile, indecisive and difficult times. Between Sonal and Shaheen he had to travel on rope dotted with disturbed peaks and valleys. He was already attracted towards Shaheen his first love a the true of her breast budding. With Sonal at the verge of adult status he passed through a critical phase of strangeness and paradox of attiudes.
Anand by now had already entered his college life… His going to Goberiya field for playing cricket became occasional and he started playing for his college team…The junior members of early cricket days still called him whenever there was some match with other city teams… But his going to Sonal became more than a regular activity since he started taking her tuitions at her home and in the basement of haveli…these two points became his new pavilion ends of different type of cricket which he started playing with Sonal.
During these summer days of vacations, all seven days of the week from Monday to Saturday Anand and Sonal enjoyed life in its own way. That was the beginning but the game seemed ever lasting and ever living. Although Anand was not a fresher but he was in the safe and experienced hand. Sonal being careful and intelligent in handling the situation… and since Anand was fully depending on her, for pleasure, he had to wait patiently… sometimes he lost this patience, and had to return to pavilion without scoring single run( without meeting her or seeing even a glance). He took balls at half-bally (met her on the middle of the road) drove straight, sending ball to boundaries in all possible directions and enjoying the game with full spirit.(made all attempts to meet her where ever he could meet her). They attracted to each other still the attraction was not the guarantee of smooth sailing.
Their mixed fantasies of body heart and mind included regular and irregular time to start the ‘tuition’, ‘exercised’ to learn new words and brand-new acts of transforming body language.… there was enough scope to know the un-known… there were adequate possibilities to find ideas.. there was tremendous hope to touch heights…there were devices, means, desires, efforts and in build confidence to make anything happen because the biggest asset which both of them possessed was surfing youth of their sea like life which was beyond and beyond…
Sonal’s husband Nandu Maharaj on contrary, always acted mechanically in his sex matters, not caring for his partner Sonal, only after his one sided act he wanted undisturbed sleep… as if it was his birth right. Nandu was observing that routine practice since his marriage. Sonal initially accepted the reality as part of her life…she had no complaint from husband and her instead of reacting to her husband’s style of life ,she even under the narcisstic behaviour of her husband, produced two kids… as a house wife ,respected elders, performed her duties and lived life of a normal lady.
It’s only after her first eye to eye contact, attraction and encounter with Anand, Sonal started thinking beyond her limits…beyond her home…and within the shortest span of time her life took the reverse direction a U- turn…Particularly after the ‘noon – incident’ her life totally changed…she felt more and more closed to Anand…her relations and feeling for her husband malformed…She all of a sudden became another lady…another Sonal took birth in her. Her body language ,her heart, her mind was in a state of transition…Perhaps for all this Anand….only Anand was responsible….the young innocent Anand was behind this. Fortunately the game was being played between two individuals…and no third man ever took a notice of it…
Were they lucky…? Was it not wrong…? Was it at all justified? These entire questions perhaps required no answer… may be the answer was also not justifying… who knows..! Both of them were fullfledged members of society but their thinking and actions denied the norms of society. It was an experience of learn to live in a new mode of life.
The haveli was a beautiful place... On the extreme left side there was a sofa-set and in the corner a rounded table with a Type-writer Remington... a big wooden tray placed properly on the mat. Perhaps that could be their study- table, It was the ‘first teacher’s day in Anand’s life and his only student Sonal…Incidentally Anand needed some plain papers for planning the curriculum of the study and immediately opened the big drawer of the side table lying below the Elmira. To his excitement what he had seen was not expected by him…A big bunch of nicely finished erotic paintings were lying in the drawer…Anand immediately closed; he came back to his study table where his disciple Sonal was waiting.
‘What were you searching in that drawer..?’ She asked.
‘It’s nothing,’ actually I needed some plain papers I thought …Anand did not complete his sentence, but he was interrupted by Sonal-“.In the drawer there are some filthy paintings…don’t see them, these are the paintings of the same prostitute Chhabeeli…who was my uncle’s kept..”
“Well I have not seen them yet but these seem to be in numerous…done by some grand - master.’’Anand could not stop himself telling his mind.
“Yes they are…the painter was some Usta… he was the painter of the royal family but when he heard about the magic mirror of my uncle… he approached him and wanted to experiment the truth of mirror…his uncle