Short Story ? Gandhary (wife of Dhritrashtr Blind In Mahabharat)

I was crossing the street.

In the middle of the road, I saw a blind man trying to walk carefully. I instinctively grabbed my hand and led him with me, on the other side. Then I looked at him. So majestic personality, I had never seen before. I hesitated to let go of his hand. He asked: Who are you?

I felt ashamed.

Before I tell you: Why are you alone? There is a passage that accompany you?

In this world all alone is blind.

WhatYour parents?

They are teachers. My older sister is married and settled in Nagpur. After studying English literature, I became blind after a car accident. I know this city well. Under management as I can. Right now I am alone.

On impulse, I said I'm free. Bring me home?

He must have been surprised. Which woman will tell how this first meeting?

I said: Do not worry. They want to know more about you. We will be sitting on this benchOnly in the park for a while, I suggested.

I felt guilty. Had he seen my face would have run like a leper. God has taken too long to make my brain, hastily threw some clay on the skull, made some human form out of it and left before the final touch. Instead of painting, he used coal tar. But the brain is a thing it is designed with special care. I remember any number, though I once heard. Phone numbers, PIN, date of birth ? the constant impressedthere gave me the number of girls that nickname.

He seems interested in the literature. He used to write poems and stories before fate struck him. In the end I thanked him as I was very anxious to have male company. I was thirty, needless to say still married.

Are you single?

Who will marry a blind man?

I sang a song in a very small volume, even though there was no one in the park, just to impress him.

He listened, congratulations: You have a beautiful voice. We recommendhave learned the music.

I was too busy in my studies. I just got my doctorate in mathematics.

Oh! You're a genius.

Then we have to meet regularly to avoid being spotted as far as possible. I was too eager to marry, but was afraid of himself. If he refuses to meet at this place and see her beautiful face lost.

I was invited to attend a conference of mathematicians in Rome. It must have been a short visit, but when I spoke, he was overcomewith emotion and held me and whispered those three sweet words, we all like to hear at least once in our lives!

I was surprised to discover that my facial blemishes did not affect life in Rome. There are many black girls have. My colleagues and I have respected. They used to invite me to dinner. I lost my inhibitions and feelings of inferiority and literally danced for joy at a night club.

One evening, my friend took me a Kenyan girl to his room. Her friend was already there. We hadBakeries. He's gone to my head.

It was pitch dark lie with me when the guy started caressing my thighs. I felt a joy I never knew before. I pulled my skirt and it pierced my long, thick hymen, my interior filled with the hot liquid with a smell, heady and intoxicating.

When I woke up it was gone. I turned on the light and saw a white man come into my room.

Completely naked, I ran into him and wrapped him with my body. I took the initiative, as I learnedthe way to the heart of a man sexy and lucky I did previously enjoyed repeated. I took the lower lip and sucked it into my hungry mouth. I felt his little phallic enlargement, but never the size of the black, which was reached at least eight inches long. I took him in the mouth ?.

So I became sexually liberated woman power.

That night I thought. I know it when I missed my next period.

When I came back from Rome, I contacted my friend on the phone.

CanI see your father?

Silence.

Tell me it is urgent.

Let me talk to my father before.

Even after two months, he has not displayed. I'm going to be the mother of a black man, with my color. Or a white one?

For an apology, I moved to Chandigarh. I was very busy and the money went to various institutions for research.

When I go home to visit my sick mother, I went home to my beloved. It was a very old house, but the atmosphere was calm. E 'wassat alone in his veranda. I went quietly to him and kissed him.

Oh, you! My parents are not there. I'm gone.

I asked him point blank: If we get married? Just as he was hesitating, I pulled her bed and everything was ready, before the poor man realized what had happened. My Dhrutharashtr did it with enthusiasm and affection. I was careful to wash his laundry.

Within days, we got married. I have a girl black and white boy.

I stillI feel grateful that my negro lover!

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