The moment he landed at Tirupati railway station, Sameer remembered what his friends had cautioned him before he left."You are a compulsive smoker. Ensure that you have sufficient inventory of cigarettes before you go up the hill. You won't get even a single cigarette even if you shell out a million rupees."
They were right. He was a compulsive smoker and could never get rid of the urge to reach out for a fag after anything he drank or ate. He stole an opportunity while his mother and wife were enjoying a nice cup of coffee as he hurriedly bought a few packets of his favorite brand of cigarettes and cleverly kept them deep inside his bag, beneath his clothes.
Fortunately for them, there weren't those long queues to board the bus that took the huge crowds up the hill to Tirumala, one of the most visited pilgrim centers in the country. They were lucky again to get seated in a row that could accommodate all the three of them. As the bus began the journey, most of the pilgrims inside the bus called out aloud,"Govinda..Govinda."
Honestly, Sameer wasn't very keen in visiting Tirupati because of his past experiences. He always felt it quite tedious to wait in those never-ending queues to have a very brief glimpse of the deity. Moreover it had always been an ordeal to find a room for staying overnight as more often than not, they made a trip without proper planning. However, he got married just a couple of months ago that was soon followed with a surprise promotion in his office.
Padma, his mother believed that they had something to deserve a thanksgiving to Lord Balaji, who was their family deity. Shreya, his new wife was equally excited as her mother-in-law and hence Sameer had to shelve his reluctance. He was smiling to himself sitting right between his wife and mother as the bus roared through the hill road. The devotees inside the bus called out 'Govinda..Govinda' every time the bus took the hairpin turns.
Although Sameer was amused, he managed to conceal his funny smile as he knew that both his wife and mother would get offended if they saw him smiling.Within few minutes after the bus took the hill road, both Padma and Shreya were fast asleep. They kept leaning on Sameer's shoulders repeatedly as the bus kept turning all through. Sameer couldn't resist inhaling the fragrance of jasmine that was clipped Padma's below butt length plaited hair & Shreya's below hip length curly plaited hair. He pulled his wife plait and put it in between his pants & his mothers long below butt length plaited hair on her her sholders & adjusted both of their flowers to front and started playing with them. His eyes turned to his left to see that Padma's sari had gone ajar, giving him a glimpse of her cleavage through the neck of her blouse. He shook his head and tried closing his eyes so that they don't stray on his mother but every time they opened, he couldn't resist the tendency to have a peek inside his mother's blouse.
Within seconds, he realized that he was hardening beneath his pants and struggled hard to control his emotions. Then he slowly touched his lips with his mothers breast & lips without her knowledge doing all sought of nonsense. Finally, the journey came to an end much to the relief of Sameer. As soon as they arrived to the bus stand padma and his wife got down freshened up near a tap quickly braided their hair into plait again and clipped their hair with 4 yards fresh jasmine malas reaching their hips.
The walk from the bus stand to the temple wasn't easy as thousands of pilgrims kept flocking all the way. They eventually joined a queue that probably was at least a couple of miles long. Padma stood in the front while Shreya closely followed him from behind. The queue kept moving once in five minutes and every time it stopped, Sameer deliberately pushed and grinded his waist against his mother's flowers, plait & ass cheeks. Padma did turn around and glanced at her son a few times but soon she didn't seem unduly perturbed about her son's crotch brushing her back, after a while the crouth slipped and was going in & out she was helpless only thing she can do was cry inside her heart for not knowing what exactly is happening there. It took more than five hours for them to get the glimpse of the Lord.
Sameer felt a sudden guilt as he looked up at the gigantic idol, decorated with plenty of sparkling jewels and flowers in different colors. He closed his eyes and apologized to Lord Balaji to forgive his sexual advances with his mother on the way in. However, once they got themselves pushed out of the sanctum, his eyes began searching for Padma all over again. His worst fears came true as they began looking for some room. The whole place was buzzing with activity and they couldn't find a room even after walking across the length and breadth of the small township. Finally, they managed to find one complex but to their utter disappointment, they were told that only one single room was vacant. Padma was rather adamant to have another glimpse of the Lord at early morning next day and hence Sameer had to agree. While Padma and Shreya were quite relieved after entering inside the very small room, as soon as entered the changed to cotton sarees and again arranged there plaited hair with 2 yards jasmine garlands. Sameer looked a bit tentative as he badly needed to smoke.
He rushed through the motions letting his mother and wife settle down in the room and walked out of the complex searching for a hideout to smoke his first cigarette in more than 8 hours. After inhaling the first puff, his nerves began cooling down and another couple of puffs brought him back to normalcy. He began cursing himself for whatever he thought about his mother and also for teasing her in the queue.
He knew that he had gone out of bounds. His mind was full of humiliation and shame as he returned to the room. He couldn't look into Padma's eyes after his return. He didn't dare to speak to her while they were having their dinner. Shreya in all probabilities never realized the sudden uneasiness between her husband and his mother as she kept bubbling with enthusiasm all the time. However, it was when they decided to sleep that they realized they had a problem to sort out. There was only one cot in the room that at best can accommodate two. The room being very small, the cot was positioned so close to the wall. There was sufficient space on the floor for the third person to stretch. Finally, he suggested that Padma and Shreya should sleep on the cot while he would sleep on the floor. Once decided, the switches were soon put off and they began sleeping.
Sameer soon woke up trembling. The floor felt like ice as midnight approached. He tried hard wrapping himself with whatever clothes he could pullout from his bag but of no avail. He sat up and began wondering if he could ever sleep at all. He decided to warm himself up with a cigarette and walked out of the room without making any noise. He used the stairs to reach the terrace of the building where he could see a few people smoking stealthily. He was in a real hurry as he smoked very quickly because it was even colder on the terrace. He was shivering again as he got back inside the room. He managed to creep onto his bed and as he stretched his body, he felt a hand falling on his shoulders. "Where have you been?" Shreya whispered.
"I am not feeling sleepy. It is very cold," Sameer hushed. "I went out for a fag."
