My name is Rohan Gupta and in the last few weeks, I had managed to convince my old college crush, Mrs Tania to tutor me for the upcoming placement interviews. I arranged a weekly connect with her at home, where she would give me one-hour lessons on how to conduct myself during group discussion sessions or how to answer questions during interviews. Her house was a 2BHK apartment in a posh neighbourhood in Kolkata and I could see from the interiors that Tania ma'am had an exquisite taste. Most of the times, she would wear a loose nighty or a top with jeans that would show off her buxom figure or a hint of her magnificent cleavage. However, I would not get to glimpse much beyond that. Also, she never seemed to wear those beautiful sarees which I would die to watch her in.
Our sessions would go on for an hour and after that we would chat for half an hour or so before leaving. She told me that her son had just gotten admission to a US university for studying engineering and had left the previous month. Her husband is a consultant who has to stay onsite most of the times due to his job and hardly spends time at home. From some of the conversations, I could gather that she felt lonely but she didn't express much beyond that explicitly.
This went on for a couple of months and by now, we would have conversations about studies as well as everything beyond the sun including our personal lives. I had mentioned to her that I am single and she was mildly amused to hear that but playfully warned me from having any distractions before getting a job. One night however, I got a message from her on WhatsApp at 12am in the night saying that she was unwell and could not have the class tomorrow. I was alarmed; because Tania ma'am was not the one to ever cancel classes so, I called her up to ask if she was okay. She picked up the phone to say that she wasn't well but I could understand from her heavy voice that something was wrong. I didn't press the matter any further and asked her to take care.
I sent her some funny memes the next day to cheer her up. Although she responded, I could sense that something was amiss. After a few days, I sent her a text asking if I could come by to check on her. I had also gotten a couple of interview calls, which I wanted to share with her. She asked me to come by the next day. I went to her home with some chocolates in order to lift up her mood in case she was still unwell. She was pleasantly surprised to receive the chocolates and was delighted to hear about my interview calls. She was wearing a loose fitting pink kurta with a white dupatta and maroon leggings.
The dress was unassuming but if I looked closely, I could see the dupatta hiding those wonderful 36D melons. Tania ma'am wasn't wearing the usual kajal or lipstick which she wore but even without that her beautiful face sparkled a million times in front of my eyes. I asked her to have a short half an hour session to revise possible interview questions and she obliged but I could see that she was a bit distracted while asking me questions. After a while, I asked her if she was okay or If she was still physically unwell. She said she is fine but was just having some troubles at home. Saying this she started looking out of the window and I could see her eyes moisten with a hint of a tear. I got concerned, shifted from my chair to her side on the bed, and asked her to tell me what happened.