A JACKFRUIT IN HEAVEN

A jackfruit in heaven [10] The night goddess of inspiration

Was suddenly  getting the mind calm after sex with Radhika. That was burning in my mind the thought about Rashid's missing and his father's sudden death till Radhika deeply kissing me. And our kisses were leading us to the full nudity and sex when the rain had begun. A great thing has happened, the sex with an adult girl, although that was a coincidence. Again, a sleepless night, to pressing my cheeks on the pillow tried to sleep. The scent of her body that experienced from my uncle's outhouse, I felt that here remaining also on my pillow.

Her gentle lips and fingers and the emotional touch of her secret parts all that together created a pleasant experience like when have heard the musical concert of Yanni. When the earth began to cool in the heavy rain, inside both of us the warm stream had started out to flow with a pleasant mood.

Now, I wouldn't want to the thought about Rashid, instead of my mind longed to come to the whole remember of the sex with Radhika.

I slowly murmured to myself, Radhika, you are my night goddess of inspiration.

Then I slowly closed my eyes when a cool wind came through the window with the message of the next rain.

I opened my eyes when the sewing machine sound that mixed with Radhika's voice percolated on my ear. My sister is instructing to Radhika for operating the machine. When I looked and standing there on the movement of her foot on the machine pedal, my sister looked me with a meaningful question. After gave the reply smile to Radhika, I walked to my writing desk. While walking once again I turned to look at her. I felt the dewdrops dropped on my chest when I faced her gratitude smile.

Today have to start writing the new chapter of my fiction. Wherefrom I should start, I don't know. Anyway, I took the pencil then opened my bag for my unfinished fiction to once again I read the last line that I wrote from my hostel. Some moments sat there with closed my eyes to bring to my mind the gruntings that I heard from her in our orgasm moments.

In the mind of my poor characters, there still remains the fear. The fear about custom and religion, especially the fears about their's fanatic parents and priests. Literally, my following words will give the consolation for my characters. But my imaginary words that I had weaved were imprisoning till before the last day's evening rain, even the emotions were in shackles. How can I impart the strongness to my character's feelings without knowing the presence of the gorgeous lady's nakedness?

I started to write.

The gramophone song ended. However, we started to climb again to the love songs filled with feelings. While her lips touched my lips, I felt, yes, that experience of the previous period, that same pleasure of that peaks of feelings and that scent in the bosom. Even the temperature levels of her body were an accurate level of my body's. I realized the softness of her nipples was accurate. The sounds of the middle time of our orgasm were in the same tune. While the time our bodies were separated from each other, I wondered, looked at our sweat drops, that was in a similar hot. And then we looked at each other and laughed. In the presence of the Saptaparna flower's fragrance, we started again kissing each other to go for the next level of orgasm like wild snakes.

Now, the words are on my premises, the writing has been going to smooth. Occasionally, when I close my eyes the scenes have been coming one by one. 

I wanted to say it out loud to the world, " sex is the great medicine against writer's block''. Because the lady's pleasure and sexual feelings are the springs of perennial inks for any genuine writers.

Hey Akram, come on for the breakfast.

Is mother, If now I don't reply to her, she will come here. So suddenly, I stop the writing then reached the dining hall.

Ma, Radhika had breakfast?

Yes, she ate with Rahmath.

Akram, please you must tell me only the truth, is she your girlfriend?

I know she is really pretty. A pretty girl trusted you and has come here with you to our home. Sure, I am suspecting, she is your girlfriend, this is not only just a friendship.

Am I right.

As I thought, my mother has begun to interrogate me.

Akram, don't you know your father's nature, sure, her relationship will not flourish with you.

Ma, She has given me more inspiration for my writing.

What inspiration, I am sure you are a good writer. I already know, I had appreciated lots one of your short stories earlier, am I right? then why you keep of a pretty girl's presence, you already know, is this a forbidden love in our religion.

Hmm!  The inspiration, that is not an excuse, I know, some writers had kept the forbidden relationship some ladies for inspiration, then what was the end. Some had broken up, some had to commit suicide.

I don't want the same situation for my son.

At least, why don't you think about the word that I gave for Kaiju's parents about your marriage? She is growing up pretty young lady. We are waiting for all preparation for your marriage after your sister's marriage. Kaiju is just two years elder than you, that's not a problem.

Do you know? when our prophet Muhammed married Kadheeja, she was fifteen years elder than our prophet.

I am sure, you and Kaiju will be a good couple.

First, you finish your breakfast, are you ready to go to the Kaattu Sahib mountain today evening. You should come with me. You call also her if you want, your prettiest naughtiest girlfriend !!!

When my mother has gone from in front of me, I was so confused,

I didn't know at that time I had to cry or laugh?

To be continued. My dear friends, I hope you liked the 10th chapter. We shall see again in the next chapter, bye ....

THABARAK RAHMAN SAAHINI