Enchant of Love- Part I

Sutirtho Ganguly

Prologue

It was second year of engineering. The third semester had just got over. I had a fifteen-day vacation. When I reached after a prolonged, strenuous, energy-sucking thirty six hours journey back home, I found out that my parents were planning a trip to Maharashtra & Goa. Exuberance unloaded inside me and began to surface on my face.

“Co’ on dad, you never told me about this!”

“Take that as a surprise!” Dad said.

“But dad, I haven’t got decent clothes!”

“Nothing to worry, you have plenty out here, here’s your time to utilize ‘em.”

I looked at my mom, meaningfully, as I knew she would definitely help me in choosing the right ones for the trip.

I have been visiting places with parents since I was a child. The very first place of visit was South India, when I was in the second standard. I still remember how vexed I used to get when people enquired back, “So, are you in KG -Two?” whenever I used to tell them that I studied in class two. I would retort back, making a funny face, “No! Standard two!” People used to giggle at such a cute expression from a kid.

We would normally move out once in four years as the LTA provided by dad’s office was a World Cup occurrence. So, I could boast of seeing almost every state in India. The enthusiasm to visit new places came entirely from mom. Dad, though he had some inertia, could be convinced (or rather overpowered) and hence the propositions were always accepted after a thorough feasibility analysis!

I decided to extend my vacation by another five days. I would be sick for those days (of course on paper). This was done so that we could get a very pleasant and uninterrupted stay in Goa. We planned our itinerary and allotted a straight seven-day to Goa. I requested dad to buy me some good Tees and jeans so that I would feel comfortable in the hot and humid weather of Goa.

The School Boys

It was the end of January when we commenced our tour. We hired a car from Bhusawal, to see Ajanta & Ellora followed by Aurangabad.

I felt as if Aurangabad was a medieval city. We visited the Daulatabad fort, where I had to go up straight, around 200 – 300 steps, in order to reach the top and get an aerial view of the picturesque old city. A series of secret, quizzical, subterranean passages lie coiled like a python amidst the fort, I was getting scared at times as I had to go all alone, since my dad and mom preferred to stay back in the car. Upon seeing the height of the ancient structure their interest level had degraded all of a sudden. The Fort itself lies in the body of an isolated hill; the steep hill sides at the base falling so sharply to the moat that no hostile troops could scale the height. But given the enthusiasm and positive energy of guys of my age, the uphill task was cheerfully accepted.

I would have perceived some earthly pleasures as I thought I would be influenced and maneuvered by the existence of other physical (or virtual) entities around myself. Indeed I could see decent guys in considerable numbers, and in order to make everything look usual I avoided prolonging a stare at anyone. There was a group of boys, from some local school, who were all dressed in school uniforms. I tried following this group discreetly. From their conversations I found out they must have been studying in plus two. There were three guys in that bunch who were genuinely handsome with well built bodies and broad shoulders.

I always fantasized guys having spatial hair on their body, chest & legs, that makes them more masculine with a radiance of deep, pure and fresh touch of irreverence, and I was very happy that most of these guys had that facet.

There are small alleys inside the fort and hence are pretty constrained in terms of passage space for a group of people passing through them. They had to jostle and help each other in this way, making room for the next step. So, the perverted soul in me tried to reap an advantage out of this, but, I was disallowed that privilege by their guide. He was taking care that no body could listen to his voice other than that group, and he was taking them far away from everybody else. So, what I would do was, to show an unintentional urge to get in touch with those school students. It just happened that I stroked up a small conversation with one from that trio. I didn’t have to initiate it, that boy named Ramu was having problems climbing a step due to poor visibility; I just gave him my hand as a gesture of support.

“Thank you, Sir,” Ramu said.

“No problem,” I said, and then added “By the way I am just few years older than you, no need to call me Sir.

He smiled back. I reciprocated as well. I had a chance to get a closer look at him later as we walked down into a bright passage.

“So, which standard do you study in?” I was afraid to lose the track.

“Class twelve, this is a short trip organized by our class,” he replied.

“I can see only boys; don’t you have girls in your class?” I tried acting straight; just in order to get involved in a chit chat with this boy, who was moving near to the other two.

“Our’s is not a co-educational school, we don’t have any girls’ school even nearby!” he frowned.

“That must be boring for you boys.” I winked. Ramu and his friend chuckled. We didn’t need an introduction to proceed with the conversation further.

I chanced snick peeks at Ramu as we kept on communicating. In fact it was I who would ask them a lot of questions. Savoring & relishing the frame constructed out of mind-boggling entities was my favorite pastime. I wouldn’t at all lose that convenience there as well.

Ramu had a charming physique; he had a mole on his upper lip. I noticed the way his skin had become lighter beneath his second shirt button. He had a wheatish complexion. As I saw his armpit while he was climbing up a rock by holding my hand (once again!), I found that the lush outgrowth was quite satisfactory. This added to the masculine aura that he carried. I could sniff a faint smell of some soup mixed with sweat when I tried getting close to him. It was enticing to watch the way his hair had coiled near his ears, and the sparse hair on his chest, which was partially visible.

I knew I wouldn’t be able to initiate anything of interest with him or the other two, as they were in a group, and it would be really weird to even look for chances. The pleasure I had derived while being with those guys was something I would have to take back out of the day’s visit. Somehow my mind was not able to perceive this as I still tried looking out for avenues for seclusion of any one of them from that group at some nook of the mysterious fort. But, I couldn’t anyway discover any remote possibility of such a thing happening.

Happily, I was rewarded by at least a glimpse of their beauty, when two guys went for an open air disposal of their body liquid. I positioned favorably in order to get a fair view of Ramu and his friend. He had a nice organ, it was semi-erect then, around four inches, I just imagined the potential it had to elongate, and I would have just preferred the elasticity to be the maximum.

We finally came to the thirty-meter high Chand Minar (Tower). It has three circular galleries, and looks beautiful. Dusk was setting up, and in the partial darkness I watched the trio for the last time and waved them goodbye. My heart became a bit heavy thinking that I would never ever see them again. But then I thought, a considerable portion of trip was still in contention, so I would rather have the opportunity of watching even better guys, in Goa and may be in Mumbai too.

We left Aurangabad the next day morning for Pune, reached there in about four hours, and shifted to a hotel. The following day we had seen certain prominent places in Pune like Raja Kelkar Museum, Parvati Hill and temple, Shanivar Wada, and Aga Khan Palace.

(To be continued…)