In the brothel, vijayan sat on the green blanket they
put on the bed. As he wiped the sweat on his face he met the big clock on the
wall, one and half hour to get out from here. His mind ticked fast against the
backdrop of many voices of men and women shouting like frogs.
He did not have to wait longer, vijayan sighed like a
boy hearing the knock on the door.
A naked woman walked into the room with her head held
high, and stood in front of him like a girl in front of the tailor. She caught
his eyes with hers and made him embarrassed for a moment.
“What are you waiting for?” she threw her hand at him
to be hugged.
“I am not ready” his guilty soul pulled him back.
Not well pleased with the welcome, she went near as
close as to his nose. And slapped him gently on his face, whispered on his ear “stop
thinking”
She then settled down on the chair restlessly,
singing an old hit in her bad voice.
“What do they call you? ” Vijayan asked still
intimidated by her naked self.
“Thulasi” she said with contempt, and went on singing.
Shame must have
poked her with its long finger, she stooped to take a dirty blanket lying on
the floor then wrapped it around her.
As he was unbuttoning himself he thought. He cannot
really get naked
, "There are many cloths to him."
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