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The Resurrection (MF, rom, inc) By Peker O' Tool © Chapter 3 - Lalitha Ramesh had told David about his family. He lost his father, when he was three years old. When their kith and kin were about to shave the head of his mother, during the ceremony for the initiation of a new widow, Ramesh’s three aunts, Ambujam, Mangalam, and Bamini intervened. Their relatives were perturbed; especially those old widows who had already had their heads shaved. The three sisters had studied in Catholic convents and took their stand, and their arguments prevailed. The ceremony proceeded as per norm, breaking the new widow's bangles, removing the flowers from the head, rubbing off the pottu from the forehead, snatching off the thaali and other paraphernalia, except for shaving of Lalitha’s head. Though Ramesh's mother, Lalitha, was a widow and had lived in her village throughout her life, except for a few years in Chennai with her late husband, she did not have any vestiges of a village woman. She carried herself gracefully as any other lady from the city. Lalitha had a very lovely face and a heavenly aura about her. If only Michael Angelo had seen her angelic face, he would have certainly used her to model “La Pieta.” Lalitha was about two inches shorter than David was. Her breasts were slightly less than average in size; may be, as she told him later, not been fondled since her husband's death. Her waist was modest, tummy flat and buttocks were rotund and tight. The exquisite fragrance that pervaded about her exhilarated David and transported his soul to an unknown realm. Even though Lalitha was a widow, at home she always wore the saree draped on her slim body like any other modern Indian woman; adorned her head with flowers; and sported the pottu on her forehead. However, when she stepped out of the house she transformed into a different personality. She took off the flowers from her head, removed the pottu from her forehead, divested the most glaring ornaments adorning her person, and wore her silk saree in Madisaar fashion. Since the death of her husband, Lalitha lived in her native village near, Kalakad, a small town, in the southern part of Tamilnadu, in India. Her father had left her the large, spacious family bungalow in her village and vast acreage of farmland. In addition to this, Lalitha had her late husband's properties too. She was extremely rich. After two months, Ramesh's family shifted to a house in a Brahmin neighbourhood in Trichy. At first, David was annoyed. Later, he realised that it was a blessing. Ramesh’s mother and his aunt Anuradha always received David warmly. The frequency of David’s visit to Ramesh's house increased from one day per week to daily and sometimes even twice a day. In no time, Ramesh’s mother and aunt Anuradha considered him as a member of their family. Now David had the opportunity to talk with Anuradha and at times innocuously rub against her person. Since she did not complain, he assumed that she loved it. * * * * * *
David reached Ramesh's house in ten minutes. After entering the gate, David rang the bell. Ramesh's mother, Lalitha, opened the door. It was dark outside. "Maami, is Ramesh in?” David asked. "Ah! Dave, it's you?” she said with a pleasant smile. "Come in." David did not want to go in when Ramesh’s mother was all alone in the house because of their gossiping Brahmin neighbours. "Is Ramesh in, Maami?” David asked once again. "No. He has taken Anu to the dentist," she said. "But come in. They'll be back any time now." David followed her into the hall after removing his slippers, as the custom demanded. The hall was fragrant due to the constant burning of incense sticks in front of their pictures of the Hindu deities. The TV was on, showing one of those never-ending mega serials that helped every woman in Tamilnadu fantasize that she was the beautiful young heroine. "Shall I change the channel?” she asked. "No, Maami. Let it be," David said not wanting to disturb her from viewing the serial. Ramesh's Mother sat on the sofa. The way she had draped her light blue saree around her emphasized her small breasts. She patted the cushion beside her with her left hand. David sat next to her. That familiar heavenly delicate scent she exuded kindled vague memories. Memories in his sub conscience, not concrete. Where did I come across her scent before? David asked himself. David thought he was acquainted with the scent but memory evaded him. Lalitha stared at David, bewildered. Something puzzled her. She leaned towards him and inhaled deeply. “Oh, Shiva, Shiva,” she muttered. “Dave, your body aroma is intriguing me. It seems to be very familiar....” David was shocked to learn that she too felt the same way as he did. She placed her left hand gently on his right thigh. Her touch excited him and his prick twitched. “Dave, it is stirring some deep rooted memories in me. I don’t know how or where to place it,” she said. “I too feel the same, Maami,” David replied. “The fragrance of your body too seems familiar to me. I’m also trying to figure out as you do.” "Dave, it's almost six months since I came to know you. And all these days I’ve been waiting for an opportunity to talk to you alone," she said softly. David was anxious. Was Ramesh’s mother going to tell him not to come to their house anymore? However, her hands, now gently fondling his thigh, assured him. "Dave, have you ever thought for a moment the difference in our religious beliefs; you are a Catholic and we are Hindu Brahmins?" "Yes. Sometimes I have," David said. “And did you ever realize that you belong to a low caste…” she said. Her words distressed him. “Even though our religions and caste are different, from the time I saw you I’ve come to sense an unfathomable bond existing between us,” she said softly. “Maami, I too feel the same,” David said. “Could we have known each other in our earlier birth?” she asked. “I don’t know. As a Christian I don’t believe in rebirths,” David replied. She looked at him languorously. “Don’t misunderstand me, Dave. I sense some strange power propelling me towards you,” she said. “At times, this strange power urges me to cuddle you in my arms like a baby but open my heart to you like a consort.” She caressed his face gently and asked, “Could it be that you were my son, brother, friend, lover, or husband in our last birth?” Her touch kindled a hitherto unknown desire in David. Was her touch that of a mother or a consort? Though this was the first time a woman other than his mother had touched him, the caress was familiar. He felt that her touch was there with him from the instance of his birth. “At times I feel that you might have been my son in our earlier birth!” she said. David was dumbstruck. Her thoughts were the same as his. From the day, David saw Ramesh's mother, he too had sensed an intimate bond existing between her and him. He too had been waiting for the opportunity to tell her his feelings. "So, can I consider you as my elder son?" she asked him. "Maami, I too am aware of some unknown bond between you and me," David said. "I too wonder why? Before you came into my life, I shunned Brahmins totally. Now, I have an unexplainable affinity towards your family and you in particular. Why is it? My faith does not accept the concept of rebirth; nevertheless, I wonder from where this bond between your family members and me appeared? " “Dave, I’m glad that you too feel same way as I do,” she said softly. "So, Dave, hereafter would you call me Ma and not Maami?” David sensed a flow love for her as that of a son for his mother. "Okay, Maami. Oops.... Sorry Ma," David blurted. "It sounds nice," said Lalitha. She kissed him lightly on his right cheek. She ran her palm lightly over his thigh. "And would you call me Lalitha when others aren't around?" Shocked, David looked at her serene angelic face. Still the languor showed in her. "Why, Ma?” David asked. “It's an enigma. Some times I used to get the feeling that in our earlier birth we would have been lovers. Or may be husband and wife?” Lalitha said, pressing David’s thigh just below his crotch. “When you are near me, I feel rejuvenated. You make me feel young once again.” David felt exhilarated by Lalitha's fondling and intimate utterances; at the same time anguished at the thought of Ramesh and Anu coming home at any moment now. "Has Anu toothache?” David asked. "No. She has gone for a routine check," she said. "She checks her teeth every three months." Lalitha did not take her hand off his thigh and his prick was getting tumescent. "Ah! Now I know the secret of her perfect set of teeth!" David said. Lalitha laughed at his remark. “Anu must be waiting for her turn at the dentist. I’d better go now,” David said getting up. “Wait for a few minutes more, Dave,” Lalitha said holding his hand. “My mother will scold me if I’m late for dinner, and I have an assignment to complete,” pleaded David. Lalitha stood up, and embraced him tightly not wanting to him to go. She kissed him on the lips; and reluctantly released him. “Will you come tomorrow?” she asked. “Surely, I will,” replied David. “Please, come Dave,” she said. “I can’t bear it if I don’t see you every day.” “I’ll come, Lalitha,” said David, kissed her on the forehead, and inhaled her heavenly fragrance. Lalitha smiled blissfully. On his way home, he compared her smile with that of the enigmatic Mona Lisa.
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