Bottom Hand

Surjit was born with big eyes as if a god-given right for leching at women. He was brought up by his uncle and did not study well. The only books he read in his teenage years were soft porn books about Savitha Bhabhi. He grew up and worked as a clerk in a textile mill. He would often take rounds in the factory to ogle at the women workers. He got nicknamed as ‘Kannadi’ after the Tamil word spectacles because he sported a big glasses that made his eyes look bulging. He lived all by himself in Bangalore in a studio apartment, content with TV viewing and Savitha Bhabhi.

One rainy evening he helped himself to a drink, had some pakoras, and lay on the bed reading the latest Bhabhi story and went to sleep. He saw himself walking by Forum Mall. Forum Mall is one of the hep malls in the city. Girls and boys hang around there, sipping coffee or some milkshake. The latest fashionista often does catwalks for free, and kannadi often would visit the Mall for some window shopping and other stimulation. He saw this shy young girl walking ahead and found himself humming a tune in rhythm with the sway of her hips. She was wearing a tight pair of jeans and a short top. In one of the episodes of the Savitha Bhabhi series, the teenager nephew grasps his bhabhi’s bottom, and he got reminded of this. He got tempted and quickened his steps and brushed the girl’s bottom with his extended hands.

It was a cloudy day with some drizzle. At the very moment, the lightning struck. The girl turned around and gave a tight slap. Next moment her knees crashed on to his crotch. He was yelling in pain when the girl said if he can't keep his hand where it belongs she would have to cut the hand. He saw her suddenly growing extra hands by her side. Soon enough the hands carried long knives. The knife came down heavily on his shoulders, and the hands got cut off in an instant. It was the end of Durga Puja, and the crowd witnessed this unusual spectacle.

Kannadi screamed and screamed and fell. He woke up sweating from his dream, and he found himself fallen from his bed. He felt his hands, and they were intact. Slowly he got up and helped himself to a glass of water. Next day morning kannadi feverishly chanted Hanuman Chalisa as he was a Hanuman Bhakt. He packed up all his Savitha books and threw them in the roadside dust bin.

In the textile mill, the women were surprised to note that kannadi didn’t come for his usual round. Next time he saw a nice bottom, he did namaste to it and walked by.