(As told to Ramendra Kumar)
Names changed to protect identities
Whenever anyone mentions lust I think of Nisha, the woman who taught me that lust can be sublime. Lust is sublime.
I met her for the first time when I was pursuing my first year of engineering. She had come to our house to take admission for the B.Ed. course. My father, a forced bachelor and I stayed in a rather large house in Bhubaneswar.
Nisha was easy to talk to and had a great sense of humour. We started spending more and more time together. With Nisha I found I could discuss everything under the sun including my favourite topic – sex.
She told me that she had been married for three years. Her husband was in the jewellery business and in the first year of their marriage things were quite comfortable. Then gradually his business started doing badly and he took to drinking. She had decided to do her B.Ed. and then take up a job to supplement the family income.
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When we were alone
One evening my dad had gone on one of his business trips and for the first time we were entirely alone. I wondered whether she even realised it. We were sitting on her bed. She was wearing shorts and a skin tight T-shirt.