AN UNSHAREABLE LIFE STORY

Once in January 1996 when I was a second year college student I had got a chance to visit Gupteswar Temple of Koraput. We are totally 20 classmates including two nos. of teachers. We started from headquarter at 10 AM and after viewing the natural scenery and worshipping Lord Gupteshwar we came back to Ramagiri IB being paked in two nos. of jeeps. After entering the IB at about 08 pm we refreshed ourselves and took our dinner cooked by the cook. Then we,boy and girl students slept in two separate room hired in IB.

Then I slept on my cot after taking dinner. It was almost midnight and I felt a soft touch on my face with warm breath. Suddenly I was taken aback and a thrilling sensation swayed over my body. I got up and sat on the cot sweating seriously. I saw one of my girl classmates sitting beside me. Her name was Sima. I asked her why at midnight you came to me what is the matter. Please tell me what happened..... As I belong to a well educated and moralastic family I didn't think this type of activity of Sima was appropriate for me. So I was again forced by my conscience to ask her another question. I enquired Dear Sima your silence confuses me. Please answer to my question..... But alas she was completely bewildered and breathing highly. Her chest was showing a gesture of ups and downs with deep breaths. She was so perplexed that she at once slept beside me and began to move her delicate palm beneath my baniyan. Then she caught hold my palm and drew up on to her bulky protuberances gifted by God which were under a thick cover as I felt by applying my drowsy sense in the dim light of the room.

My age was under teens. I was dumb founded by such type of behaviour of Sima for the first time in my life as a teenager. Moreover I had no any amorous experience previously. I then tried to control my juvenile mood. I slept flat just like a corpse. I look at my wrist watch which stroke 1 AM. All of my class mates were enjoying a deeper sleep. Stray dogs were off and on barking outside the campus of IB perhaps by seeing a wild bear or leopard. Because at that time Ramagiri forest was packed with such ferocious animals. However after some time Sima again caught my right palm and kept it on her both protuberances when I felt that the cotton cover fixed with sponge was fully drenched by sweating. Then again I felt a tremor over my body and mind. Teenager curious spirit instigated me to do the needful without self-check. As I felt she was whispering something in my ear whereto I tried to listen attentively.

"Dear friend Rohit please complete the film story Rup Tera Mastana which you were telling me on the way inside the jeep. That is a good movie of Jeetendra and Mumtaz. Please don't harrass me to hear haphazardly. I am now very prone, hot and anxious to hear the full story from you. " While I felt her embarrased with a teenager's impulse in full swing I felt it better to dissuade her by convincing and advising her. So I said with a lower voice , " Dear Sima it is now already half past midnight. If I tell you the full story every one of our sleeping friends must be disturbed and get up. It must be a shameful issue for me and you too. Better now you go to your bed and spend the rest of the night. Tomorrow morn I will tell you. " But there was a bolt from the blue for me as a teenager. I was between Scilla and Charybdis. I was confused by her behaviour while I saw her, gradually, starting embracing me and compelling me to tell the story. Her breasts were moving ups and downs and her sigh knew no bounds Inspite of my sincere persuasion. Severe sweating of Sima drenched my baniyan fully and still she was continuing fondling and kissing me.

Consequently, by the pressure of my juvenile drive I began to go against my morality and conscience. Now Sima carried my palm again on to her breast for the second time and made my palm touch her Godgifts which were stark bare without her bra and I felt a soft touch just like a balloon. Then without prior amorous experience, I began to press and knead that stuffs which bestow her with utmost satisfaction and relaxation. I was so merged with that outer affair that never I longed for.

Furthermore she demanded inner actions at any cost. But my conscience warned me never to go further into the hell. Because a bright student's career and future were waiting for me ahead. I exercised my self-retreat. After that Sima was again taciturn and got off my bed with a gloomy mood and stepped into her girls chamber. Then I began to ponder over my shortcoming when I found myself flawless. Moreover I thought that God has created a feminine character like Sima, one of the elements of the woman's race, whose inborn juvenile tendency is so gifted. They are also incarnation of suppressed desires. If this suppressed desire of any women, as a whole, in the kingdom of God, is not fulfilled if appealed by her by a man then there must be a shortcoming on the part of a man as per Indology. So in this respect I had commited a pious act as I took it for granted positively.

Then after a few hours the gentle breeze of the dawn touched my psychological arena whereby I left my bed and entered the washroom as usual. After the sunrise Sima came to me with a grave face which puzzled me. For the sake of my moral and conscience, I apologize before her for my shortcoming confidentially without the knowledge of my teachers and classmates for the immoral deed that I committed last nigh. Then Sima advised me, " Please forget about that teenager incident of shortcoming what took place between you and me last night.It is a very common thing to happen at the puberty of any human being and it should not be conceived as a sin. Gheesmeared wick and fire can never not stay together without being activated. Though my anxiety was halfhazardly fulfilled still I am happy my dear friend. Please relax." After such a secret meeting with exchange of emotion was over on the verandah of IB we departed and prepared ourselves for the return journey to our college hostel. On the way I marked the mood of Sima that seemed somewhat perplexed and gloomy to me. 

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