A moment later, an old lady with a kind face, swathed in wrinkles hobbled into the drawing room. Raj's grandmother walked ever so slowly. She hugged her daughter and then her grandson. Granddad was now 74 years old. After battling osteoporosis and following a successful operation, he was still advised to use the wheelchair - which he seldom did, much to the annoyance of his wife ("Fine! Don't listen to me then and then stay bedridden like you were for 2 months!" She'd scold him). They had lunch where they discussed the various ongoings in their respective lives...it was a pleasant affair. Before long, Granddad got up to retire to his room. "I'm going to bed," He croaked and slumped onto his wheelchair. The wheels squeaked noisily as he rolled away into their bedroom. Mrs Trivedi got up to help with the dishes.
"Those wheels really need oiling!" Granny said. "Now, Raj dear, I'd like you to help me out with something, whilst mother cleans up,"
"Go on Raj... help your grandmother out," His mother said from the kitchen.
"Yes mom," He said and obediently followed his grandmother to the adjoining corridor out of the kitchen. Two rooms opened on the left, one being his grandparent's bedroom and the other a sort of storeroom.
Raj walked in behind his Nani (grandmother) into the spare bedroom. "Child, my legs are paining a lot. It's all because of your grandfather," She frowned "Made me shift all our old furniture to this room yesterday."
Sure enough, the little bedroom was crammed with antique items. An old personal computer stood at one corner, a metal almirah (cupboard) in another. "Now be a good grandson and give your old grandma a massage," She said, smiling. "Of course, Nani!" Raj replied.
A dusty single bed was towards one wall, with a pillow and single chaddar (blanket). As Grandma bent down to dust the bed, Raj couldn't help but stare at the curvy protrusion which constituted her buttocks. He knew his grandmother had had an operation a few months ago to correct some pelvic inflammation... Maybe it was why she walked with her backside jutting backwards all the time. It was seductive, watching her bent forward and dusting the bed sheet with forceful movements. It made her look as though she were twerking. And before he knew it his penis was erect again! He stifled a groan... The third time today! Why was he always so horny these days, he thought to himself. "Now where is that bottle of oil?" Grandma asked herself. "Humph! He must have kept it in the kitchen again,"(by 'he', she was referring to granddad). And with that she walked lamely out of the room.
Raj observed his grandmother... He felt an odd sense of guilty conscience rising in him as his gaze fell to his grandmother's butt and the way it jiggled up and down as she hobbled over to the kitchen. Whilst she struggled to keep the frying pan on the top shelf, he couldn't help but notice her saree's graceful curve, accentuating her huge backside. Through the draping, he caught a glimpse of her purple, silk blouse, tightly fastened behind, evidence of her saggy and yet huge breasts. But Raj's malicious eyes caught something even more incongruous to his 67 year old grandmother other than her busty old figure... her hair. It isn't every woman to have entered the 6th decade of life to have a well maintained, voluminous black hairdo. In Raj's granny's case however it was. As he scrutinised his Nani's features from behind, he marvelled at how well she'd maintained a luscious and below shoulder-length mane, adorned with a few grey streaks here and there. "Its all that thorough oiling of her hair with coconut oil that's what," Raj thought, watching her hair glistening in the sunlight as she moved about in the kitchen. "Now I know where mom gets her great hair from," He smiled.
