Vagina Insanity by Niranjan Jha

and we started chatting every night. She let me talk to her
mother on phone and we shared each other’s photographs also. Within
a week, I got the invitation from her so-called mother to come to
Nagpur to talk about marriage.
     
    The buried past, blurry present and unborn future,
were making my life a question in itself whether it was worth
living. But not applying strength meant if the sky falls, I would
catch the lark. Revolting against frustration, opposing obscure
intuition, I made up my mind to reach out the propensity of
twinkling turbulence.
     
    Seeing the situation turning positive, I let my steps
go ahead. Both of my room-mates also made me understand the
importance of marriage and need of a wife. I agreed to their points
and kept on communicating with Pushpa. I used to call her almost
every day. Her mother spoke to me a second time and called me to
Nagpur again. A sweet talk of her with emotional family-touch made
me remember my family. I got my heart filled with the feeling of
respect and love for Pushpa and her family as well.
    I thought, ‘It was
never too late.’
     
    Her willingness to marry was feeding my hope to
sustain. Though she was far away from me, yet I was feeling her
closed to my heart. I was praying to God to protect the love from
all evils, but one day….
     
    “If someone feels that they had never made a mistake
in their life, then it means they had never tried a new thing.”
–Einstein.
     
     

Chapter Twenty-Two
    “Don’t let yourself be so heavy that you cannot lift
yourself.”
     
    One day… while talking to me on the phone; the
question she asked was bitter to my ear. Perhaps it was rhetoric
enough to derail my sensibility, but I controlled myself and heard
till the end.
     
    ‘How would you come to Nagpur, by airplane or
train?’
    ‘By train,’ I replied. But I understood the sense of
the question.
     
    And if I tell you the sense now, you will start
banging your head against the wall. Let’s see what happens next.
You know that life is either a daring adventure or nothing, and it
is idle to dread what you cannot avoid. A smooth sea never made
skillful mariners. I was sure enough that she was trying to
evaluate my financial status because that question could not be a
tongue-slip but a proper frame-up. The interrogative remark was not
praiseworthy at that time, but I understood how difficult the task
was going to be. Not pressurizing my mind more, facing the
situation dancing like bare-face monkey, I just excused her for
careless input and continued the communication further.

    Ten days passed, and the time was nearing to me to
join the other call center, but I had to schedule the time to meet
her as well. My procrastination of meeting was realized by her on
the phone one day. When next day I did not log in to yahoo
messenger but rang her cell-phone, in her very first sentence she
urged me to come online in the night. I was trying to figure out
what was so urgent in the midnight, but failing to get the
perception I logged in. The very first question that got printed on
the monitor screen was…
     
    ‘Do you want to see something?’
     
    I felt thundering into my head as I read the
sentence. Trying to understand the meaning was something like
learning Greek. The assortment of excitement and hate hit my mind
at once but I maintained my temper and answered her politely.
Perhaps I had got the sense!
     
    ‘No, I don’t.’
     
    I changed the topic and started chatting about
something else. Just three minutes passed and she asked me the same
question again.
     
    ‘Do you really not want to see what I want to
show?’
    ‘What do you want to show?’ I asked hesitatingly.
     
    Though we had already had some open talks and
exchanged explicit photos, but the question of that time meant
something else. I felt surprised weighing her daring attitude. It
was two a.m. in the morning and I was seeing her beautiful face on
my computer screen. She was still pushing enter key after