Aami Page #4

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Truth and lie - only because

you see with your own eyes!

But..

That there is one Madhavikkutty

who lives only in her dreams

And another who lives with me AI

The readers don't know that!

Then I am not writing anymore"

But I didn't interfere

in your writing"

Sit.

Come on, I am in a good mood..

I have to write, Dasetta"

careful.

Having grown up in Calcutta; you won't

find it difficult to live in Bombay

Still, when I go to office

You will be left alone

What will you do then?

- I will manage"

Now I've a small job

Soon, I'm getting a promotion

Where do I keep it, sir?

- Till then, we've to make do with this"

Keep it there.

Do you know how to cook?

Then, you have to learn

it by yourself"

And also how to behave

to the husband in bed..

Ram lal,

Buy something to eat.

Okay sir.

20 years' age difference is big

15 years and 35 years"

I may not be able to

get down to your age

you should understand my needs

And rise up to my needs..

Aami, you are like a kid..

You don't know many things.

She'll teach you things.

She is a prostitute

from the red street.

She's Padmini, from Kochi..

She'll leave after some time"

After spending hours with them,

They pay only 5 or 10 bucks..

But, sir gave me 50 rupees for this!

I've never felt lust"

With him, my lust had

somehow disappeared"

I yearned for him to

hold me in his embrace"

if only he had caressed my

face or touched my belly

I wouldn't have so severely

felt that sense of rejection..

How is she?

The usual difficulties of first deliveryfiifl

Look at him!

'To the leaves and the flowers

I have many many things to say'

'l desire within to relish

the smell of freshly upturned earth'

'And to get drenched..'

'Oh dear bird crooning from Ilanji tree

Oh, blue bird,'

'I feel your heart throbs

And the warmth in your bosom..'

'In the Neermathalam blossom

When time dropped like dew'

'The butter one relished by oneself

Like Neelambari'

Monu is one and half years old

I should.

But Dasettan is too busy with work

It is months since he left!

Let him come whenever

he feels like

I even sometimes

forget I'm married

That's a nice feeling"

You are impossible!

I like this"

Lot of time to read,

Every month, Iwrite

2 or 3 stories.

You and your stories!

I read one recently"

You write so candidly!

I felt so embarrassed!

Why don't you write nice stories

like the poems mother writes?

Stories with social messages?

- Yes.

My grand uncle, Narayana Menon..

Have you read his 'The Empire of Sex'?

The blood that runs in my veins

It is not my mother's but of grand uncle..

That's the problem..

Monu, don't cry.

Look at that.

I told you about him

My friend who stays with me..

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