Friday 5 September 2008

Pigs with wings

He smells of tobacco, wet leather and sweat, Caswell Massey’s number 6 and the Macalan 12 years scotch. Wax polished black car makes an emergence in his Persol sunglasses and goes away. He is wearing a mauve polo shirt and chequered pant with a russet pair of brogues. He is stocky and striking, balding at quite a young age of thirty six, a tiny triangle of black hair is left on his skull. He reads time in a 1945 Rolex oyster perpetual once belonged to his father on his wrist and wavers on going back to home.
He settles on going back. He can get his umbrella repaired some other time; perhaps in the late afternoon.
Umber Pandey is an antiquarian for living and a sleuth in leisure. Although in both of these pursuits, he never earned even an obsolete coin. Money comes to him through gambling and he inherited a vast property from his father.
Mhow{Military headquarter of war} is a modest town and he shortly reached to his home.
Philosophers’ apartment is two hundred years old building. Well-built and picturesque it is. Hanging balconies and long windows with obscure wrought iron work; full of floral and geometrical patterns confers a few and far between common exterior to it. Doors have guarding angels’ statues and peacocks, tiara shaped hangings-which is quite curious in this day and age.
It is a three storey building with six apartments; two on a storey.
He lives with his wife, a cook and his cousin on the left side of dwelling at second floor. They have three bedrooms, a dining room, a drawing room, a guest room, cooking room and an adjoined store and two servant quarters downstairs on the ground floor with a space to park car.
He knocks on cerulean coloured doors and hums a country tune. His wife Nina comes eating a mango. She looks to him like a pink piglet eating something sweet for the first time. She is wearing a white skirt with frills and a sallow blouse with cherry laces around neck and sleeves.
“How come you so early?” she asks laughing unnecessarily.
“Why are you laughing my darling piglet?”
“Oh this mango is very delicious. Do you want one?”
“What’s there to laugh if mango is delicious? I want a cappuccino with extra cream.”
“You need not to say this every time after three years of our marriage. I know you like extra cream.”
She says after eating whole mango except the seed. She looks content as piglet in swamp and gobbledygook after eating a day’s meal. Nina is plump, pink woman of thirty two years. She has extra ordinarily outsized pupils and huge eyes. A long nose and lips like a peeled slice of a ripe orange. Her locks are coal black. Her breasts are profound, round and bubbly.
He follows her to their cooking room. It’s a huge room with many tables. One is placed near the left wall of the room and a cooking stove is placed there. Other one is in the centre of the room and full of jars of jams, marmalade, pickles, pumpkins, spinach, corns and other vegetables and fruits. Numerous loaves of bread and empty wine bottles are lying near window on a sill. Railway creeper is growing on the right door of the window beside which is an old and almost hopeless refrigerator full of sour curries, puddings and pastries.
“Where is Dora?” he enquires with a mock poise.
Nina switches on electric kettle to boil milk for cappuccino.
“She hasn’t come yet for the meal.” She adds more cream in the cup and gives him. Cappuccino is pale brown; thick but fluffed cream with three spoons of sugar brings a smooth flavour to it. He creates space for his cup on the centre table. He moves a huge bunch of green grapes and few apples.
Nina adds a little more of cream to her cup and settles near gas cooking stove. She stirs sugar with a silver spoon.
“Is she late for her lunch today?” He asks again with the same simulated bearing.
He rolls on his cigarette with Turkish tobacco and perique; quite uncommon here.
“Its only twelve thirty, we lunch at half past one.”
She licks spoon and drinks coffee. He smokes his cigarette and sniffs stringy flavour of tobacco. He rebuilds Dora’s heavy, perfectly bulbous breasts-supple and hard at the same time. He imagines her dimpled bottoms-grave and globular and curls on her cunt.
“Where are you lost?”
She asks, washing crockery.
“Nothing. I was reflecting on life in general”
“Whenever you smoke, you start philosophizing.”
“Life is so hard Nina.” He answers; smoking a thick rolley.
“Life is not hard but gambling is hard. How much have you lost yesterday at club?” she says arranging crockery which they use daily.
“On the contrary I won six thousand bucks. Gambling is the easiest way to make money and it’s amusing too. I’m playing for seven years and hardly ever ran into losses on monthly basis.”
“But it is a very uncertain thing. Suppose we start losing, how are we going to pay school and hostel fees of our boys? What will we eat?”
“I’m a very good gambler like James bond.” He boasts and corners of his lips touch his ears.
“But you get drunk and play.” She says.
“Oh, do you think what I drink is alcohol!” He rolls another cigarette with only Turkish tobacco this time.
“Of course they are alcohol.”
He does not answer because he gets asleep with a newly rolled cigarette in his hand waiting to be burned.
At quarter past one Dora comes in the cooking room. She is a tall girl in her early twenties.
She has flat nose and thick lips which men find extraordinarily pleasurable during fellatio. Her mouth is always slightly open as she is mouth-breather. She has a narrow waist with large bottoms which gives her a very curvy figure. She uses cherry shade nail polishes and strawberries shade lipsticks. She does not wear perfume and smells of sweat and other body juices. She dresses in simple, basic but very expensive clothing in startling combinations. Sometimes she wears glass beads bracelets worth an ounce of gold.
Nina also accompanies her. They arrange food on the table and bring china. They hardly take their lunch in the dining room although they have their supper in the dining room regularly.
Their lunch menu includes kidney beans, mutton curry, pasta cooked with rosemary and parsley and breads.
Umber wakes up and delights in seeing Dora. Her movements are poetic and cautiously accentuate her curves. She walks first to the shelf to bring glasses and then walks to refrigerator to fetch water. In doing so her bottoms shifts as pumpkins in a plastic mesh basket.
Dora eats a bowl of pasta and mutton curry. Nina nibbles bread with kidney beans. Umber ate four eggs in the breakfast with cappuccino and orange juice thus now drinks wine and bites cheese.
“Food is delicious.” Dora says. Her fork has mouthful of pasta.
Umber wants to suckle her delicious tongue. He always wants to have different woman.He has moderate sexual appetite. He observes her large nipples through her white t-shirt and assumes that she does not wear bra but according to him not wearing bra is quite sluttish. He is quite old-fashioned in such matters but on her left breast he does not spot any outline of nipple. He thinks he is seeing things. Perhaps he is quite drunk. He goes to take his nap.
He wakes up at four. Nina is embroidering sitting on a chair beside bed. Their bedroom is a large room with attached bathroom. It has a huge sofa near window and two chairs. On the eastern side of the room are four mahogany shelves. Windows open in west and north and covered with iron gratings. Basil and other flora are planted in earthenware in these large iron gratings. Three blue pottery flower vase are placed on the table in the centre with scarlet and pale roses in them.
He wears his blue trousers and Egyptian cotton shirt in ashen hue with snake leather belt and black patent shoes. Another application of Caswell Massey’s number 6 and hair wax to his falling hair complete the looks for evening. He wears Tag Heuer Monaco Automatic Chronograph which he generally wears in evenings.
He does not leave home without having a drink. He takes a belvedere bottle from one of his self and sips it neat.
Nina, I’m going to club and don’t wait for me on dinner table for I’ll be late.”
“We’ll wait darling and try to come early. Dora feels lonely.” She says.
“Dora!”
“Why don’t you ladies gossip a little bit?”
“She likes men’s company more.”
He comes outside and sits on the green painted desk in the balcony and pretends to read newspaper. He reads newspaper word by word in morning and there is hardly anything left for him to read. He is waiting for Dora. She seems to get late every day. It’s already five thirty and she has not reached home. It seems she has some boyfriend. She come with flowers every day, perhaps she gets them from her lover but why white or pale or scarlet roses? Why not red roses? At least he should gift her pink roses. Nowadays young lovers seem to have lesser style. They don’t know women need romance.
Young lovers try to make lack of romance with the sex but this is animalistic. Now he can’t have sexual intercourse three times a day, he needs it once in couple of days but he can become far better lover than these young men because of his sense of humour which is a rare quality, expertise in cunnilingus, prudence and romantic style.
Then he sees her opening their hundred years old wrought iron gate with her perfectly manicured hands and cherry colour nails. He yearns to kiss her every finger hundred times a day. Her breasts joggle at a snail's pace to his eyes filled with fancy.
Suddenly he drops the idea of his regular visit to club and decides to stay back at the home. He counts his six thousand rupees in his bedroom and stuffs it in a drawer, sips more vodka and comes in their drawing room.
Dora, of course, is tired. It is a tough job being a dietician, to see patients’ faces from morning nine to five, to prepare their diet chart, to weigh obese people and many, many things. She keeps her yellow umbrella in the corner of room on an antique umbrella, hat and raincoat holder. Her ankles are pink and showing under her skirt. They are soft and shapely and it can be a heavenly pleasure to kiss, nibble them for minute or two. Umber thinks. She sees herself in a mirror kept on southern wall of the room in an obscure wooden frame and adjusts her coal black hair and kohl in her eyes with her fingers.
“Good evening.” He says.
“Good evening, it was a long day.” She answers.
Nina enters in the room with tea and muffins. Table fills with the smell of freshly baked muffins and Darjling tea.
“All I was wanting is a cup of tea.” Dora says, “Such a good lady you’re Nina, it is such a joy living with you people that sometimes I don’t ever want to leave you.”
“Why you need to leave? Live with us forever.” Umber undergoes uneasiness on the thought of her leaving their home rather him.
“You are still here Umber? I thought you’ve left long ago.” Nina is surprised to see him at home. He does not answer.
Dora is the loveliest pussy, he has ever seen. He eats muffins and sips tea. Tea has a damaging result on the effect of his drink but he feels a sudden need to have sensual fulfilment of some kind, any kind. He eats six muffins and drinks a cup of tea.
“You should suggest him some diet Dora, he has developed a bit of round belly.” Nina says without thinking of her joyous but little fat figure.
“I have read somewhere ‘abundance comes with a little girth’. He has not grown a round belly but accumulated wealth.” Dora grins.
He is flattered.
Supper is always a small affair in their home unless there is some special occasion. They have eaten tomato soup, baked potatoes, breads and Umber’s favourite cherry custard.
They kissed each other good bye and retired to their bedrooms.
All the day, Umber’s desires were there in between his naval and upper thighs like a cake being baked in the oven. He kissed Nina on her collar bone and take off her night gown to lick her huge breasts. Her milk chocolate colour nipples were erect. He squeezed, bit and suckled them. He sniffed her solar plexus and cunt, played with her clitoris with his tongue. He made a tooth mark near her labia.
She grabbed his testicles and blissfully curved erect penis of six and a half inches.
“I want to fuck you from behind.” He says. She lies on her knee and he entered her from behind. She was wet.
“Slowly.” She requests.
They changed their position and she comes on the top. He kissed her breast, scratched bottoms and rubbed her anus. His testicles became invisible for two or more seconds and he came. She trembled and had orgasm.
She came down. She tickled him on his round belly. He chuckled.
“Have you come?” he always asked this question to her.
“No, I’ve not.” She laughed.
She slept but he was still dreaming of Dora, his cousin and love at this moment of time. He loves Nina, she is his wife but a man has right to have adventures here and there from time to time so as to stay man. They are biologically made this way. He took tobacco and paper from the drawer and rolled himself a thick cigarette and smoked.
He went outside and tried to see Dora’s bedroom’s window which were parallel to the balcony he was standing. Lights were switched off. Perhaps Dora is masturbating. Poor Dora and fortunate Nina. Nina was sleeping noiselessly.
He went inside and started snoring.