DELHI DIARY (PART V)

Chubby man's two cousins, who were elder to him, were married but could not conceive for years. This has been a cause of worry in the family. The Chubby man and his elder brother were yet to marry but the apprehensions that could they also meet the fate of their cousins were high in the family.

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During the night when DK came in pink underwear, her words, which she narrated in the silence of the night, penetrated into the body of the Chubby man. His worries had found an answer.

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In one of the many nights when they had sex, the Chubby man had resisted to wear a condom -- a usual practice followed in brothels where men are forced to use contraceptives to prevent women getting pregnant or any disease, especially the HIV. DK told him that after some months when they had sex without any protection, she came to know that she was pregnant. A shiver felt in Chubby man' nerves. He took a deep pause and when he tried to know more about it, the words could not come to him. His thoughts took him to his home where he saw his cousins in a shock after learning about it. The worries of his mother are finding an end, as it seemed to him. He saw children playing in the lawns of his house, which until now looked deserted. The sounds of the children from the neighbourhood, calling children of his home from outside the walls, began echoing in his ears. It all looked festive. DK's touch brought him back in the small dingy room, where the walls smelled of mud. The furniture -- a bed, a chair and a table -- looked crooked. The only thing that felt fascinated to his eyes was DK-- her lustrous body was shining under the only bulb in the room. Her hair spread over her bra, and she felt Chubby man's hands reaching to hem; parting it sideways and advancing towards her femininity.

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Dear damsel,
While you will like to know what happened to DK after she got pregnant, but first I would narrate you the story I heard about you that a hero has finally came to rescue you. You have given your heart to someone and after all somebody's love has conquered your resolve. The winter has given way to spring, and the flowers of love have begun sprouting in your garden. I learnt that when you wake up in the dawn, you, before offering the prayers, ran to the garden to water your love with your tender hands.You sit with the flowers, smell their fragrance and inhale it. Sometimes, when you are lost in the 'garden of love', your lullabies are heard in the neighbourhood. Everything comes to a standstill. The cuckoos and doves, hovering over the garden, give audience to your singing. Far away in the hills, a musk deer enjoys your longing for your love. The Pir Panjal and Himalayan mountain ranges echo the sweetness of your love songs. The Thajiwas and Shafat glaciers drew brilliance from your melodies. The Walur Jheel flows in your serenity. The virgin meadows of the Bangus valley feel their yearnings for their visitor.

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DK had brought condoms with her, and this time forced the Chubby man to wear them...


To be continued....