As we entered the huge house, every where I could feel people running and enjoying the ceremony.
I was a total unknown person in that crowd. My mom introduced with her aunt, I bowed down and touched her feet. Then she introduced me with everyone of that family. But Suchismita was nowhere in sight. I felt hesitated to ask for her, I thought it would be unwise. My mom asked Meghna Aunty about Suchismita. She answered, that Suchismita might be somewhere doing something mischief with her friends. She was the youngest of all so she was always naughty and mischief from childhood days.
I was looking at my aunt Meghna while my mom was chatting with her; she was a beautiful lady in her mid thirties, round face, dark black long hair, and big black eyes. She wore a yellow saree with red border, which made her skin even glow. From her side, I could see the bulge of her breast. She posses a shapely twin mass of soft flesh on her chest. Her waist lines quiet a shaped one, I won’t say that it was like a model figure, but I could assume her waist line to be good enough and then her broad hips and buttocks, well round shapely I suppose, covered in yellow saree but gave her structure a beautiful shape to imagine. I was caressing her all over with the corner of my eye.
Suddenly a bunch of girls passed from the side with all laughing and carrying some flowers and Meghna aunty called up one of the girls --- “Suchismita, come here, Ulupi di is searching for you.”

 

Out of the bunch, a sweet girl in her early twenties came forward. Her face was gleaming with bright smile of thousand volt.
She bowed down to touch my mom’s feet and my mom embraced her, held her chin and gave a kiss on her forehead.
Mom ---“Paree (Suchismita’s pet name), you have grown up to be a beautiful lady.”
I was eyeing this beautiful girl, she was dressed in a pink gorgeous sleeveless salwar suit which suited very well on her figure. Her hair were long and tied in a bun on her nape. There was jasmine flowers tied to her tresses which gave a sweet smell. Her skin colour was creamy white and soft. The winter rays of the sun gleamed on her skin. Her face was of oval shaped and smooth skin. When she smiles, it dimpled on her cheeks that made her smile and face more beautiful. I was taken aback with all her beauty. Her slender arms and legs bereft of any hair, were smooth like satin.
She looked at me with a queer look --- “This might be Abhimanyu, your son.”
Mom nodded affirmatively --- “You remember, in child hood days you used to play with him, take him along with you everywhere you went.”
She pointed at me and said --- “Ohh, so Abhi has grown up a big boy.”
As she smiled looking at me, the words that emanated from those rosy red lips felt like honey in my ears.
She then said --- “Ok, Ulupi di, I am in a bit hurry, I will catch you later.”
Then she looked at me and said --- “Hi, Abhimanyu, you can call me Paree as my loved ones call me. I will surely catch you later. I have lots of works to do.”

 

Meghna aunty smiled at her --- “You are doing nothing, except mischief.”
On hearing that, Paree (now onwards let us call Suchismita as Paree) --- “Ohh, my darling sister-n-law it is our time to enjoy.”
Saying so, she giggled away and got mixed up in the crowd of the marriage.
The sweet smell of those jasmine flowers lingered in my nostrils.
Then my mom and dad and Meghna also went away, saying me that I should mix up and enjoy.
But I was new to everyone; I did not know where to go or what to do.
My mom and dad were nowhere in sight, they got mixed up in the crowd and was chatting or doing something elsewhere.
I went upstairs, with a cup of coffee. Leisurely taking a brisk walk to see the house. It seemed everyone was busy of doing nothing.
I walked up to the roof and stood at one corner, beholding the beauty of the village and nature.
Downstairs I saw that very bunch of girls in the open space in front of the house.
Paree was looking like a princess in her pink salwar suit, surrounded by her maidens.
From top, I was looking intently at her, devouring her beauty. She was a proud owner of an hourglass figure. Her well shaped arms, smooth glowing skin. Her chest was adorned with a pair of perfect shaped melons, not too big neither too small. I was trying to imagine, what it would feel like, if she cuddles me like old days.

 

Her back was also shapely and round. Full of flesh, but as her salwar cupped her figure; I could imagine that there was not an ounce of unnecessary flesh around her figure anywhere. From the top of third floor, I could not gather much of her beauty. Only that, I was feeling to have my crush of my own mashi.
Nothing to be done for the whole afternoon, I felt.
After some time the girls passed away, from the courtyard to somewhere out of my sight.
I was again alone standing with my thoughts, what if she does not ever come to talk to me. But then I thought that why should she will not talk to me, I am only her cousin sister’s son. No harm in talking.
The sun was reaching the west horizon. Everyone got busy in dressing themselves in their best dress to attend the marriage. As we were from groom’s family, so I had to be a part of the groom procession.
I came to know that, the bride’s house is somewhat 4 hours journey by bus to a place called Ranaghat, and the time of marriage is at late night.
I generally, being a Bengali, wear Dhuti and Punjabi in the marriage ceremonies of my near and dear ones.
So that day also I wore my patent Dhuti and Punjabi. And except groom, I was the only person to wear that dress, so I was easily being identified.
Every there was a chaos of getting dressed up.

 

So that day also I wore my patent Dhuti and Punjabi. And except groom, I was the only person to wear that dress, so I was easily being identified.
Every there was a chaos of getting dressed up.
The sun went down, the marriage house lit up with thousands of bulbs and tubes.
I was again alone in the crowd, with my senses of Paree.
I felt a tug on my arm, as I looked over my shoulder, I saw a boy of probably eight years old calling me.
I asked ---“What happened?”
---“Hi, I am, Dushtu, everyone calls me dushtu and I am Shasanko’s son.”
---“Ok, glad to meet you, dushtu.”
---“My youngest aunt, Paree, is calling you in the courtyard.”
Oh!!! My god, at last, god answered my call I thought. Well Paree, was looking for me. I felt like turbulent waves crashing in my heart.
But I asked dushtu ---“Why, is she calling me?”
That naughty small boy giggled at me --- “Go and meet her and ask yourself why she is asking about you.”

 

Saying that, the boy vanished in the crowd somewhere.
While I was walking towards the courtyard, I felt my heart thumping hard in my chest.
The evening was cold, but even after that I was feeling warm due to anxiety of meeting Paree.
As I stepped in the courtyard, I found Paree standing there with few other ladies, among them was my mom was also present and all my air in my chest was blown away.
Mom looked at me and called me near --- “Come, where were you all day long.”
Paree also asked me playfully --- “Yes, Abhimanyu, where were you the whole day.”
I could not mutter the truth, that I was engrossed in your thought for the day.
Mom told me that the bus will leave at 6pm from here, so where ever I stay I should not be late for the bus.
Paree was dressed in a gorgeous black saree with heavy embroidery of golden threads. She was looking just like an angel fallen from heaven on earth.

 

Paree came to my side and touched my arm and told to my mom --- “Don’t worry Ulupi di, I will take care as I took care of him in childhood days.”
As she touched my arms, I felt goose bumps all over my skin. Umm….. What a soft touch, a strange sensation ran down my spine.
She stood by my side; she would be of 5feet 4 inches I assumed a few inches shorter than me. Again her sweet jasmine fragrance filled my nostrils.
I looked at her, what a beautiful lady she was. Full ripe with her youth and beauty. Big black eyes, trimmed dark black eyebrows just like whip. Pouting yet luscious red lips. Carved chin, chiseled nose.
She looked at me and asked me to walk with her.
I was speechless, and felt mesmerized by her beauty. Walked along with her.
Paree asked --- “So, you don’t remember anything of our childhood days.”
I nodded negatively.
She started talking to me --- “You, I heard is good in studies and doing well in college.”
I nodded again positively.
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