Her hair was gray, a reflection of her senility. I could not exactly make out her age but I, from her demeanor, could predict that she was in her eighties.
She was wearing a blue sari and a greenish blouse with little, light yellow, flowers printed on it. One could easily make out that she was a widow from her clothes only. She was holding a cane in a hand and a vague emptiness in the next.
I thought she was getting closer to the termination of her widowhood. But wait! I was wrong. She was not going to die that soon! Who was I to predict her salvation? Immediately I realized that every human are keen at peeping at other’s life. Humans disregard their own value and find it pleasant to attach themselves to the reckless life of others without any contemplation. Well! Am I not one of them? Well! Let us keep this aside. Otherwise, the philosophy will smother and strangle her importance.
The emptiness in her hand was not the reflection of her bewildered heart. It was just an atomic representation of the objective emptiness encircling her life from the every corner of her thought.
Her gait, If I had to explain, I would say that it was the mixture of waddling and high stepping. A thought came in my mind. Is she pregnant? No! She is too old for that. Why was I being such a fool when I knew that not every waddling gait implies pregnancy? Then why was she walking like that? However, why was I concerned? Is it my job to worry for every human walking in the street?
While I was still analyzing her physique, I suddenly realized that she was coming towards me. I tried not looking at her.
“Will you sleep with me?”
This was the first sentence she spoke.
What was that? How could that be true? I thought I was daydreaming and this dream was a bad one. Alas! That was not a dream. Then what was that? Was she insane? If she was an insane then why did she chose me to explode out her insanity? I was taught that when you centrifuge a mixture it segregates according to the density of the different components in it. Did she know this? Did she try to connect with me for the sake of being with someone of her own kind? Did she mean that I was also an insane? If yes then what might be her definition of insanity?
I said, “What?”
She replied cynically, “Are you deaf?”
I did not reply. She gave me a vacant look.
Looking at her, I asked, “why me?”
She said, “I can read your mind.”
She replied impulsively, “I know what you want.”
I did not know what to say.
She grabbed my arm as if it belonged to her.
After five minutes, I was in her room. You would not believe but she was already stripping. I was surprised. Her physical age did not match with her chronological age. Her body seemed tight and I could not find any laxity even after searching for it. However, how was that possible? Was she really old or was wearing some kind of mask for hiding her identity? No, that was not possible! However, how was it possible for her to have such a young body and an old face?
Those ten minutes that I spent with her were awesome. I did not even realize that I was sleeping with an old woman. I was actually feeling as if I was transcending to the heaven. She was smiling beautifully. For a moment, I thought of marrying her.
While I was dressing, she told me-“you are strong! I nearly got crushed.”
I replied-“It was fun.”
She asked me, “Why didn’t you deny?”
I replied, “I felt that you were of my kind.”
She kissed me. I felt her cold lips on my forehead. I felt good.
I returned home with a charm in my face and satisfaction in my mind.
When I reached home, my wife was waiting for me and my baby boy was already asleep.
My wife said with her soft voice, “I love you.”
I did not say a word. However, I could feel a wave of happiness flowing through me.
That whole night I kept thinking if I was right.