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**********Unforgettable Times : Part-3
***************************

"Khoaai ! It's khoaai - just see," Papiya and Sonali cried out in
exhuberance.

Chandan wasn't there, as I said earlier. So five of us  were
walking through the red gravels - for how long I don't remember,
but fairly long I think. Through Tagore's writings, we knew about
"Khoaai", a wonderful creation of the nature. The dusts of red
gravel ("khoaa") shift from one place to another under the
influence of wind and river and create some natural undulations
in the otherwise plain terrain. It was just amazing and I
couldn't have visualized it,  had I not seen it with my owneyes.

All of us were feeling tempted to walk further and further down.
Our young minds were becoming eager to explore the unknown and
unseen parts of it. Only problem, if any, was my pair of sandals,
which was just a few days old. Its raw leather, in contact with
my skin had caused a painful blister in one of my toes. It was
okay and tolerable for the first few days, but the long walk on
that day made it worse. I tried not to express my feelings of
pain, lest it dampens the enjoyment of others and continued to
walk with some difficulty and at one stage, I was almostlimping.

"Swagato, are you okay ?" asked Keka-di. She must have sensed my
difficulty.

"Oh yeah, I'll be alright.." I assured.

"It seems you have a pain. You can rest here for sometime, if you
feel." she said. Her soft, caring voice made me feel warm and
nice.

"It's okay, Keka-di . Just a blister, resulting from my new pair
of sandals." I had to tell the truth.

"Oh no, don't tell me that ! Give your feet a rest for sometime.
Let me see, I may be having some antiseptic cream and a band-aid
in my handbag." Keka-di was eager to help me.

"Didi always travels with a first-aid box you know," Papiya
added.

"It's more of use to others than mine, I think" she said, while
searching for her first-aid stuff.

"Here it is. Just apply this ointment and sit for sometime."

"That's so nice of you, Keka-di. But you need not wait for me.
Just proceed and I'll catch up with you after sometime." I told
my companions.

"I think that's good idea. You carry on. I'll stay back here for
sometime with Swagato." Keka-di told to our other companions. Her
suggestion came as a pleasant surprise to me. I was longing for
some exclusivity with Keka-di and rather unexpectedly, I got it.
I never had any exclusive time with any girl/woman before.  It
was a new and wonderful kind of feeling for me.

"Let me see how bad it is," she told me as the other two girls
proceeded with Abhirup. She sat on the gravels, just next to me.
I was driven crazy by the sweet fragrance of her perfume.

 "Oh no, it must be very painful. The  region around the blister
has turned red. Oh no, why didn't you tell me that before,
Swagato ?"

Keka-di's last sentence carried  a deep sense of warmth and
affection, which instantly created a mental proximity and feeling
of togetherness. I was more than just moved.

"Keka-di, tumi je amaar kachhe roye gele ? Oder saathe gelenaa?"

I was feeling  sorry that she had to stay back because of me.
But, more than that, I was delighted with Keka-di's presence
beside me.

"Can you guess why I stayed back ?"

"Jaaninaa...." I was unable to guess.

She hold my hands with hers. It gave me a tenderly soft, but warm
feeling. As if I was lovingly arrested in her prison. She pressed
all my fingers together and said,

"I won't release you till you sing a song for me." Keka-di had a
strong plea. And now, I knew I have to listen to her request.

I looked at Keka-di. With a green saree having designs all over,
she was looking amazingly beautiful.

"Ei udaasee haaoaar pathe pathe mukul guli jhare,
Aami kurhiye niechhi, tomaar charane diyechhi, laho karunokare."

When I was singing this song, concentrating on the tune and the
inner meaning of the lyrics, I felt I belonged to a new world,
exclusive to me and Keka-di. She was still holding my hands. When
my song ended, I asked,

"So, aren't you going to release me now ?"

Spontaneously, both of us together threw our arms to each other
and tightly embraced. What an intimate moment it was ! Neither of
us had any plans or preparation for it. Everything was so sudden,
so spontaneous, so beautiful ! Both of us together forgot the
realities and didn't bother to think for a moment where our love
might lead to. A deep heat of love was flowing through my entire
body. The physical proximity with Keka-di was making me hard,
much harder than what I can imagine now. I was nervous for a
moment. How am I going to hide my physical arousal ?

"Chhaarbonaa, chhaarbonaa, chhaarbonaa ! Eto sundar gaaner por
kichhutei chharbonaa ...."she said, while holding me still within
her embrace.

"Keka-di, you look so wonderful !" For the first time I expressed
my feeling of love for her.

"Oh no, do you know what are you talking ?" she suddenly blushed.
She realized the realities and loosened her grips on me.

"Naa bole paarchhinaa Keka-di....bhishon....bhaalo laagchhe...."
I couldn't complete any sentence. It was just some loose
collection of words. I was still holding her with my arms. But,
an intelligent girl in her could instantly understand my
expressions of love.

"Why me, Swagato ? Please understand.... I am elder to you. My
parents are already planning for my marriage. I can force them to
keep it aside till my post-graduation, but, not beyond it. You
are just a first year student. You have a long way to go ..Please
understand....a nice, sweet boy you are !" she was trying to make
me understand with all her softness and affection.

" Keka-di ! The past two days made my world so different. I
completely forgot the contradictions of the reality. In my mind,
I was creating a new world with you" I said.

She again embraced me. There was again a fresh thrust of blood
flow in me, swelling my male organ further up. I am pretty sure
she didn't make a note of it. Thank God !

"Paagol, ekdom paagol---" she said, affectionately.

At that moment, I suddenly a feeling of sadness filled up my
mind. My first love proposal was turned down and I suddenly felt
being ignored. I was almost becoming emotional, but still
controlled myself.

"Don't you like me, Keka-di ?" I asked. I knew the question was
too childish, but an eighteen year old boy has a combination of a
child and a man in him. At that very moment, the child in me was
more dominant.

She gave me an innocent smile and said, "Tomaake bhaalo na lege
paare ? " and continued, "One day, you will find a girl, who will
shower all her love upon you."

There was a silence for a while. Love was flowing within me, as
if forming a homogeneous solution with the blood flow within my
body. I could listen to the sounds of my own blood flow -
literally. It's not a writer's imagination. I mean it. I
stretched my legs and leaned towards her.

"Maathaa ta ekhaane  raakhte ichchha korchhe bujhi ?" Keka-di
asked me, pointing to her laps.

How did she read my mind ? I wondered. While leaning to her, I
wished I could place my head on her laps and the lover's mind in
her understood what I wished. As my head rested on her laps, I
felt it was my own "Shantiniketan", my own abode of peace. God !
Is there any place in this world, which is more comfortable than
her laps ? The feeling was just incredible. Difficult to
describe. Her lap was unbelievably soft and her saree made it
silky. There was a combined smell of her perfume, the fabrics of
her saree and a smell that was her very very own. It is difficult
for me to say what was turning me on at that moment. Was it the
softness ? Was it the smell ? Was it her delicately soft fingers
which rested on my thighs, or was it everything put together ? I
don't know the answer myself.

"Won't you sing another song ?" she asked me, as I smelled her
breath.

"Keka-di, now I can sing one song after the other. I won't be
tired of singing as long as I am here." I said and started the
songs.

I sang the same song of last night - the song of spring's touch,
which turned into my own song of love. One of the best melodies I
have ever heard.

"Kichhu palasher neshaa kichhu ba chnapaay meshaa
Taai niye sure sure range rase jaal buni
Rochi mamo phaalguni
Ektuku chhnoya laage ektuku katha shuni"

I was in a mood to sing more. I sang one after the other. I
wanted to sing more songs of Tagore since its wordings were
becoming more and more appealing to me. Then she also requested
for Manna Dey's songs, since Abhirup disclosed that last evening.
Because of my classmates and hall-mates' requests, I happen to
sing those songs too frequently and almost lost the charms of
singing, although I loved those and still I do love those songs a
lot.

"Hey, they are coming !" Keka-di cautioned me, as I was still
resting on her laps. I could see Abhirup, Papiya and Sonali
walking at a distance. I sat down and she adjusted the upper part
of her saree, which was modestly wavering with the gentle breeze
of the Spring.

"Won't you sing a song for me ?" I asked her.

"Who told you that I can sing ?" she asked.

"I can make out from the singer's voice in you." We were
reversing the roles in the conversation that took place between
us in the first evening.

"I don't have a good stock of Rabindrasangeet like you. I learnt
Classical, and I know  only a few Tagore songs." she said.

"Then sing..." I pleaded.

"Tomorrow. I promise." she said.

I realized that the next day was Saturday. On Sunday, all of us
would leave Shantiniketan. I was reminded of the reality. Since
our coming here, I belonged to a different world and felt like
staying here for ever.

Abhirup, Papiya and Sonali walked back to us.

"Oh, it was a nice walk Didi. We liked it so much." Papiya told
her elder sister. Then she looked at me and said, "Oh, you missed
it."

"At least I haven't missed much. Rather, all of you missed
Swagato's songs." Keka-di replied.

"Oh no, please ....now ....please.....", pleaded Papiya and
Sonali. A typical "girlish" plea, as I can describe it. All of a
sudden, I realized that my importance went up and felt elated.
Singing before a group and singing in exclusivity requires two
different moods. Although, I was in the perfect mood of the
latter when I was with Keka-di, it was impossible for me to
switch the mood suddenly at that point of time.

"Okay, I am not saying no, but we are here for tomorrow. Let's
keep it for tomorrow, okay ?" I just managed to avoid.

We were about to start our walk back to our respective places.

"Bhule gele cholbe ?"  Keka-di  showed up the band-aid strip to
me. Believe me, I had completely forgotten about the nasty
blister. Before I could help myself, Keka-di stuck the strip on
the affected part of my toe. I was really embarrassed. She was
elder to me afterall !  Did she forget that at that moment ? How
could she ? She only reminded me of her elderness when I
proposed. Or, did she ignore it for the sake of love and care ? I
don't know the answer myself.


We had yet another round of meeting in the evening. The cultural
festival associated with Vasantotsav continues for two days. That
evening too there was a dance-drama programme and it was
heartening to see some of the famous personalities of the musical
world taking part in the open-air festival. A few folding chairs
were kept for the aged visitors, but for us, rugs laid out on the
grass were good enough. I was sitting next to Keka-di. While we
were watching the programme and the dusk set in, Keka-di once
placed her fingers on top of mine. I tangled my fingers with
hers. None noticed, as we continued to play with our fingers
silently for some more time.

A visit to the tea-stall was essential. Just two and a half days
back, I didn't know anyone other than Abhirup and now there was
so much of closeness between all of us. We were chatting with
each other, at times teasing each other and making fun. Leaving
aside my special feelings for Keka-di, I was also enjoying the
presence of Papiya and Sonali. As if, all six of us became family
members in just two days time.

All of us were missing Chandan. When he is there around, he
entertains all of us with witty comments and sense of humour. And
if my guess went right, Sonali was missing Chandan more than any
of us. What about Papiya - Abhirup ? I thought I would ask
Abhirup about it later on.

We all walked together upto Abhirup's grand parental home. Dida
told all of us that none  should go out anywhere on the next day.
All of us would take our lunch together in her place and spend
the day with them. All of us instantly welcomed the idea. We were
not prepared to miss Chandan in this gathering. Dida told us that
she had already intimated Chandan's parents about it.

***************

"Aalo ta jwaalaash na re Abhirup !"

I preferred the natural moonlight more than the electric bulb in
our room. I went within myself. What an eventful day for me ! A
walk through the khoaai, my painful blister - perhaps a blessing
in disguise. And then those  loving moments - the close touch of
our hands, our spontaneous embrace,  resting on her laps and
those songs which Tagore had written for us - exclusively for us,
as I lovingly imagined.

The day was a bit warmer as compared to the last two days. I
wanted to feel fresh with an evening shower.

"...Jetuku kachhete ashe kshaniker phnaake phnaake,
Chakita maner kone swapaner chhobi aake ....."

Within me I was still singing this  song  - the same song of
touch, the love song of spring. The trickling cold stream of
water couldn't take care of my hardness which resulted from my 
reminiscence of the unforgettable moments of the day. I touched
and stroked myself there, gently, slowly. I felt I was still
resting on her laps. Then imagined the space between her two
thighs , a smell of her own which drove me wild. I could clearly
listen to the sounds of my hot thick jet, which I couldn't keep
within me anymore.

I felt relaxed. Abhirup and I chatted for a long long time,
before finally sleeping. Moonlight was still flooding
Shantiniketan.

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