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Last night I was tossing in the bed. In the morning I had severe headache. I looked out. It was cloudy and .I stepped out gently without awakening that bastard that is my special guest. Like many mornings in October, the grass was heavy with dew. There was this mist hanging over the grass. I walked straight out and had my pee. Next I took out the broom and cleared the mittam(yard) and surroundings. All the fallen leaves were collected and I lighted them. The place were I set the leaves on fire was very very special to me and my chechy. Close to the place were I lit the fire , I do this almost with ritual punctuality except when it rains, is a red rose plant and today there was just one red rose on it. I plucked it and laid it at the foot of mother Mary. Yet another rose today. Many more to come as long as Chechy and me keep in touch. Yesterday I had snapped a picture of the rose on the bush and sent it to Chechy by email. I don’t need a Nikon D90 lens and camera that cost more than US$1500.00 to get a decent picture. Well, a picture is worth a fucking thousand words.
The sky was cloudy and overcast. There was this gentle breeze , or thekkan kattu, even in the morning. Then the thondi maram on the west side was in full blossom. Already the cookkoos are on their way before others. When thondi is blooming, the birds will not touch papayas. Birds know what is good for them. I plucked a bunch of curry leaves and kandharymulaku on the way back. It is this closeness with nature that I love. It is the reason why I decided to stay in rural Pala rather than marry laborers in Gulf and earn unbelievable money in a short time and settle in big metropolises like Chennai or Bangalore . Though I like the weather in Bangalore . The income level one need to attain a decent living in big metros is staggering. Well not me! I had proposals from engineers and info tech. .Hey, come on, I have my degree from Kerala university and love to settle rather than burn midnight oil to make my employer rich, who is answerable to his shareholders. It is the working class after all and the consumers who keep the rich fat asses richer and richer. They don’t care. Fuck them all.
Then the cycle bell rang. It means the newspaper is here. Then comes the milk boy Kannan. He lives close. A good boy. Kannan will come to my house and help with errands. If I need a packet of sambar or Rasam powder, kannan will get it in no time. Both the houses were growing together. It is Kannan’s dad who tap our rubber. Then he goes to his job at the to work in the canteen. His mom completes the tapping by collecting rubber sap and the rest of the work. We will give them a sack of rice once in a while. This morning at this hour I was concerned much about Kannan, I don’t know why? Kannan stood outside looking at me and I looked at him sometime. I saw Kannan was innocent like the boys in this neighborhood. I said:” Kannaah, come at 11 o’clock sharp” He heard me and ran to his house.
Oh I forgot I had guest. It is Mohan. I don’t like him. He doesn’t like the Kerala food which he complains too starchy. He is from Mumbai. His mother is a secretary at her husband’s office in overseas . They sent Mohan to see places before they settle in the West. He is a typical Mumbai boy and hates villages. I went upstairs to get him bed coffee. The door was wide open and he was still on the bed. I walked in and placed his coffee on the small table near the bed. Then I saw what is amazing. A few glossy grocery magazines with a nude soap model on the cover lay on the floor. I picked it and arranged. He was still asleep. The DVD player was on. The TV was not shut down. But, it is disgusting when I looked at the bed finally. His dick was stiff still. The bed sheet was sticky with his white fluid. Well, if I stay there longer, you know I might be tempted to …, I know not. May be, put his dick in my starving pussy and eat it like hot dogs. No I don’t want to see his dick at all, or may be I have a secret urge that brought me here in the first place at this time!
I just flew down the stairs. I went directly to the area where kasha pazham is kept. I ate one poovan pazham slowly to commemorate the sighting of a Mumbai dick for the first time. Later, I know that I might have a recurring desire to see that dick. I took my Nikon D90. No I scolded myself for indulging in stupidity. After all did not Sigmund Freud talked about growing from anal stage to oral stage and all that rubbish?
I heard an auto rickshaw stop and somebody came out with meat. Yes it is mutton chops. That fucking Mohan will not eat beef. Fuck him. When it is time to eat, he will walk in. Till then, he will surf cable channels as if he is doing a great fucking job.
Now, I really hate chettan, my chechy’s husband. He has business network connections with Mohan’s family. That is how Mohan landed in Pala right in my house. Fucking Mohan with his big dick and big gym body is here to trouble me. OK. Kannan is back. I know it is time to start my daily grind that id cooking. It takes at least three hours to make lunch with mutton curry and other dishes. Well, I have to start early otherwise fucking Mohan complains and Chettan will be fucking unhappy. He goes to business meetings with Mohan’s dad, what the fuck am I doing with this asshole.
I worked hard until 10:30 AM when I found pappadam is empty. Lucky for me Kannan was handy. I gave him money for pappadam and also for parippu vada. I know that Madras pappadam is better than mallu pappadam. They swell very well and last fresh. Some mallu genius started packing pappadam in Nitrogen to stay fresh and exported. Guys, keep it simple. You need not know rocket science to make delicious pappadam. Kannan returned on time. He gave me both pappadam and parippu vada. I let him have them. I found one or two unniyappam in the jar. I shared it with Kannan.
I got busy in the kitchen. Kannan heard the TV in the living room. They don’t have cable. So we let them come and watch any fucking episode of any fucking serial anytime Kannan want. I didn’t know that Mohan came downstairs. He is wearing shorts, like a metro boy. I wonder if Mohan is straight or occasional gay? I made kaachiya pappadam on a plate and gave it to Kannan to share it with Mohan. Kannan was shy. His English is no match to that of Mohan. Mohan grabbed the pappadams. Meanwhile, I made good mutton curry. Only the chappatty was not ready. I had a peek at them if I could get help with rolling chappatty. No, both are watching MTV. The lunch is getting ready in a few minutes. I was afraid to miss Kannan, so I served chappatty and mutton curry with both. It seems Kannan and Mohan are good friends, if they knew each other better. The city has come to village. Two different cultures are at work. Let me see what is the outcome?
Well, nothing exciting happens, when I really want something. Kannan came to me and asked:” Chechy, did you eat?” The other guy ate and reclined on the sofa. Kannan helped me with the dishes and looked at Mohan not knowing what to do! I am sick of cooking and did not eat what I’ve cooked. I had ariunda and lo and behold, they were of the same size as Mohan’s balls. I had the courage to ask Mohan if he like to play ball with Kannan. He declined my offer, it seems he has a headache as well. He sat on the chair with his ass pushed out and left les on the arm rest. He closed his eyes and was rubbing his forehead. The head ache is hard. I took out an ice cube and covered in a towel and asked kannan to help Mohan. It did the magic. they sat together and Mohan let Kannan massage his forehead. He leaned his head against Kannan with closed eyes. The TV blared some music. It reminded me of chechy’s wedding. I remembered the church bells ceremoniously jingling. Humm, interesting. It took another ten minutes before Mohan let Kannan’s hand slide down and catch his dick. It was the same big fat dick now at least eight inches and clean and healthy looking. It was fully erect and came out of the trouser. The tip of the dick was pale purple and his cheeks turned red. Kannan was delighted to have this fancy joy stick. It is from Bandra to Pala.
It is too late for me to do anything. All my moral education broke down at this singularity where mind and matter is holding each other so dear. Kannan stroked the super dick many many times. It throbbed up and down many more times until Mohan let Kannan play with balls. Lot of hairs were pulled. This gave fresh ammunition to Mohan who started rubbing his dick against Kannan now. It went on and on for fifteen minutes. My mutton curry did the job, I know! Afterall, eggs, mutton, ghee, butter and what not for Mohan. Vada, appam, parippu, Vangaya pulissu for Kannan. I pretended I didn’t know anything. Once the movements became very rapid and cooled down, they separated. Nobody is jealous. No swearing. I was afraid if Mohan asks Kannan:”suck my dick and eat my shit son of a bitch”” or something like that, I will be forced to intervene. Everything went well. But, Kannan will not be able to put in his future resume, this experience!
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