Anjali was married recently and was in her mid twenties, sitting on her bed, still in her blue coloured nightie, though the clock had ticked ten already. Her husband had left for work and she could sense a bit of loneliness as she had nothing much to do for the day. She let her hand slip under the hem of her knee length nightie, with her fingers brushing against the edge of her panties trying to feel the heat inside. She felt her shiver as her own fingers caressed the fabric, making her close her eyes.
Suddenly, there was a gentle knock as Lakshmi, her mother entered without much warning, wearing a cotton nightie that ended around her calf region. Lakshmi noticed her daughter, Anjali's own exploration under her nightie as she sat in the bed next to her having a good look at Anjali's blush in her face.
"Someone's missing something?" Lakshmi asked with a wink and smile.
She looked directly into Anjali's eyes who tried making no contact. Anjali quickly pulled her hand away and pulled down her nightie, trying to cover her thighs as much as possible.
"Amma, What are you saying?" she asked, being embarrassed, in a low voice.
"Don't be shy, Anjali. You know I am a woman too, and I have been through all these, over the years. I know what a woman needs in these kinds of situations." Said Lakshmi.
Anjali looked down, playing with the hem of her nightie as Lakshmi placed a hand on Anjali's knee.
"Marriage is not only about husband and wife, but about understanding yourself as well and your body," she said.
"Sometimes, those needs are different, you know," she continued.
