The first time Sai Prashanth took notice of me was during my Thursday Baba temple visits in Mylapore. I wouldn't blame him since, whether a temple visit or tragic funeral, I take care that I look sharp and sexy even at my age, which frustrates my husband, but I can't do otherwise. As it happens, it's somewhat prophetic that today also being a Thursday early in the morning, I'm lying naked in my King Size bed with my Prince Sai watching him sleep peacefully while the A/C hums gently and the Full Moon looks at us from our balcony window. I could see Sai was in a state of deep sleep by the way he was breathing with a mild snore, probably dreaming of our recent divine deeds last night that resulted in him losing his virginity and me gaining sexual prowess and confidence.
As, the full moon glowed in glory and bounced its magnificent rays on my Sai's face, I noticed he had draped around his waist my silk saree which I was wearing during our wild encounter. He must have mistaken it for a towel or perhaps he liked the feel of my saree passionately touching his penis! Yes, I like to think the latter, that would make him feel so sexy, warm and protected. I gently ran my fingers around his hair, taking great care not to disturb his sleep and kissed my hand which was touching his head before checking the time.
It was only 3.50 AM, so I thought having hardly slept, I'll rest for some more time, even if I don't sleep and went back to bed. As, I rested my head on the pillow, I went into a state of trans and memoirs of how we both ended up here flashed across my mind.
Sai Prashanth was a 19 year old B.Com Student, who was well built, wheatish in complexion and about 5'9 in height. When I first met him, I was wearing a red saree( I usually prefer saree's for temples) and decorated my hair with jasmines flowers whose aroma was enough to make the Baba statue take notice of me, let alone the devotees! I had a bit of make up and mascara, but was not easily noticeable and my gold thaali(Mangal Sutra) was prominently placed around my neck. It is usually crowded on Thursdays as it was a special day for Pooja's(worship) to Baba, so the congestion of the place with people and my silk saree caused me to sweat profusely that day when I was standing in a queue to darshan the Baba.
So, in order to take the hanky, which I had placed in between my hip and saree, I slightly adjusted my Pallu, which was when caught a young man who was sitting adjacent to the queue fixating his eyes on my partially revealed juicy navel. It was Sai, he saw me catch him looking and immediately looked away. Usually at times like these( and there have been quite a few!) I give out a sharp glace and mouth abusive visemes, however this time I actually felt something very very different, something which I haven't felt in decades. I felt shyness!!!
