Was Maria really the serpent, she was made out to be, many doubted it. They had to go by her looks as she had a demeanor of a harmless, ever helpful, cooperative neighbor; none took the accusations heaped on her by her ex lover's family at
face value. That was her greater strength in the face of adversity.
William was the jilted lover of Maria, who was dubbed a woman in serpent clothing's. Or was she really a serpent, as was being made out by the families of her former lovers. Did she really play a cruel game, on a god-fearing, loving and cheerful village boy William, who came to the city for education. But instead of a degree in education, he would end as one the faceless Casanova of the fast changing city and an unrecognized degree in
love -making.
William, like him many other youths from the city had fallen prey to the lust seeking Maria colleagues, all whom got their tips of the deadly game from her. She derived pleasure from the game that her friends played with teenagers of the city college. Austin, George, Cajie, Royston and many more had lost their virginity to Maria and her friends .
Or was she herself a victim of the circumstances. Read to find out more……..
The stolen moments of love and lust she spend in the hotels, the beaches, the water falls, the dams and the journeys they took through the congested roads. The travels were as fresh as the roses which she nurtured and cared on her balcony facing the road below her apartment.
Everybody wanted to go to bed with her. The cold storage owner Piety, the tailor Bernard, the foreign recruiting agent Mahesh all pried on her. They were waiting for a chance to strike a talk with her. The iron rod blowing hot and cold, as and when she visited them to buy some things or some work to be processed.
But than they were not the men she fancied on, she fancied sweet teens for her dreams. Pick them by the collar and teach them the trade of the tricks.
William was one of them. Stranded at the Church after the wedding ceremony of his distant relative, and with
rains continually pouring and with all his known relatives acquaintances and friends one by one leaving, he was left gazing into the dark sky as he stood waiting for the rains to stop. Giving him company was a middle aged lady who too came for the wedding nuptials.
William forefathers were Portuguese who had settled in Goa many centuries back and the traits of the European streak ran through him. The light blue suit he wore added to a few more inches and gave his innocent looks an added glamour. The mixture of brown, black moustaches and the goatee beard made him stand out in the small crowd of his friends and relatives wherever he went.
And this shy introvert nature which drew the stranded lady to strike a conversion with William. The night shadows were lengthening the moon had come out and the cloudy skies had cleared but it was still raining. He and the lady did not have raincoats to venture out and face the rains.
"Baba, where you want to go, I have my scooter, you want to come with me", by that time the rains had decreased in intensity.
For a moment, William felt awkward to sit pillion rider with a
women driving which he had not done over the years. But he himself did not know how to drive either.
"But I do not know to drive, " said William "But are you shy sitting with me on my scooter, retorted Maria. "I will teach to you drive, it is not a geared
scooter you know to ride a bicycle then no problem. Let's wait for a second".
She used her dupata to cover her face and pulled another cloth from her silver lined handbag to mask Wilface. Now no one could recognize them with the darkness and the mask which had opening for the mouth and eyes.
to be continued..........
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