The Bath In Love .

The boy from his blossoming adolescence stepped in flooding youth and was little aware of the enemy that may drag his blood in guise of motherly care and affection . The widow cook in the hostel ,often shared the boy with all sorts of caresses as solace of loneliness and companion .She often hugged him and this grew into a strange fascination . The boy felt a sort of ignition in his dumb impulses . Sometimes he thought in his lonely hours how the embraces and kisses differed from those of his dead mother at his elderly childhood days . Then , he did not felt the storm in his body and mind , as now he is feeling .Perhaps the sleeping libido now has awakened ! Ajanta the widow ,-had lost her husband in her early girlish days when she had just shared the privilege of landing into the no man’s land and getting lost into ecstasy .As a Hindu woman ,she had to remain in fast ,from the age of 22 .The traditional austerity and imposed conventions proved bar to her blood thirsty tigress . There were eyes to eye her womanly allurement , there were secret winks to tease her wild volcano , there were occasional intruders to cause gratis assistance. But alas she was undone ! Her conservative Hindu-Brahmin family reduced her into a forlorn desert . With the waning of the family resources and gradual stopping of her widow allowances ,she was proposed to work as a cook and caretaker in a boys’ hostel .Her time passed in work and service .Her dormant mother hood though was deprived of the chemistry , yet she ever fostered the desired operation . Moloy ,-the 18-years boy since his arrival in the hostel was under the sole guardianship of Ajanta as the woman was a distant relative of his father and it was his father who managed her the job some ten years ago . Once Moloy feel ill , his fever continued an week , she nursed him , and sat by his bed till Moloy slept . One night ,she fell asleep while she was laying healing balm on Moloy’s fore-head .Moloy pretended to be in sleep ,as as she might come closer to his body . His conscious grew , he began to breathe heavy and warm , his hands came up ,his lips rose , and his man’s tool turned into an erected wine . He could not even feel how the tiger from his unconscious forest had it’s nature’s incarnation . Ajanta too ,in another way dreaming the dream of her first melting with her husband . Who knows how dreams often cause miracle ! She with stirring tidal set herself in the whirl wind of mutual alchemy .And when she came into awareness , then her fiery tigress was in the irresistible ride to the crescendo of climax .