Jogini : A fight for honour

Chp 4:- Derobed And Deflowered

I ran as fast as my soar feet could carry me. My groin stung in pain as I ran but I didn't stop until I fell at Swami's feet inside the Garbha Griha. I looked up at Him with my swollen, red eyes and whimpered, "I thought you would come to my rescue, the way you rescued Draupadi in Mahabharata. Was that a lie or...do you not care any longer?"

I stared at the granite idol, smeared with turmiric and sandle wood, allowing my tears to run down my neck.

"ANSWER ME ....!"I screamed, and placed my sweaty foreahed on the Lord's feet sobbing bitterly.

"So, your a grown girl now," Smiled akka.

"Yes akka."I blushed.

"Its been nearly a week that your menses are over right?"

"Yes akka."I nodded "I can go to the temple now at least ?"

"Why not...." She shrugged "but first, you must be deflowered."

"Deflowered!?"I exclaimed.

It made no sense to me and I clucked asking "Am I a flower with pettles that I need to be deflowered?"

"This is not a joke." She glared "Tonight Rajguru Venkata, will come to teach you something."

My eyes glowed in excitement.....

"What is Rajguru ji going to teach me?" I asked, with a shrill of joy in my voice of learning something new.

"You'll know it tonight." She smiled at me and left.

That evening I was dressed beautifully, in silk clothes of purple, pink and blue. My hair was adorned with jasmine flowers, my eyes smudjed with khol. My neck, feet, arms, fingers, nose,ankles and waist were filled with glittring gold jewelry.