Part 3: Temptation
Returning to hotel I called my wife and informed her that I was in possession of a rare curio which she would like for sure. I also talked for some time with my charming son, a class three student of a reputed English medium school. He asked me to buy a Sikkim stamped t-shirt he had seen one of his classmates wearing. In the evening I went to the Nehru market and bought the t-shirt and from the Lal market below bought beautiful sweaters for my wife and son and also sacred wheels and tiny bells, a specialty of Sikkim. I sat for some time in the flower adorned mall and watched the play of multicolored light on the dancing fountains. The fountain right in front of me was tinged orange and the vapors sprinkling around gave my face a gentle touch and my vision gradually lost into the mystic land of the glowing vapor and I visualized the enlarged idol of the yakshini dancing enticingly swaying her voluptuous figure and inviting me.
I abruptly stood up and rushed unconsciously towards the fountain and stumbled on the grill fencing raising roars of laughter from the boys and girls seated around. They might have taken me to be a drunkard. I soon came to senses and in utter embarrassment for my stupidity hastened to leave the place. I returned to hotel and stacked the gifts in my suitcase. An uncanny hilarity took possession of me and I started crooning a film song. The dancing idol with all its lustful gestures had took possession of me and in my mind’s eye it soon got assumed the shape of Renu, the call-girl I happened to meet near the cigarette stall and I felt a strong desire for her. I was a bit embarrassed as I had never experienced before such amorous and unethical inclination toward a woman beside my wife. But I could not shake Renu off my mind and she, being intermingling with the yakshini, made me hot and crazy.
I felt very tired after dinner and switched off even the night lamp and fell fast asleep. I had a bad dream of vehement quarrel with my wife. In a fit of anger I started abusing her in filthy language. She remained morose and silent all through and this raised my anger beyond control. I dragged her by the hair. My son tried to intervene and I pushed him aside, his head crashing against the wall and my sleep broke. Even in the cold weather my garments were soaked in sweat. I got up in a dejected mood and changed the shirt and pajama. Then all of a sudden I remembered the rare Tibetan idol. In the darkness of the room I groped for the box and it was there. I lifted the lid and was astonished to find a glow emanating from the idol making it visible with all its alluring voluptuousness. I handed it out and held it near my face. The foam coating must contain some phosphorescent element which had made it glowing in the darkness. The eyes were sparkling as though inviting me and the large pointed boobs seemed to be heaving. I remained spellbound for a while and felt horny and disregarding all the forbidding of the old man I stripped open the body and it made me crazy. I touched the boobs which had spongy softness and elasticity. I ran my fingers through the entire image again and again. The butts and the triangle were all spongy like the boobs. Would the idol kill me like the son of the old man? No, it was a cock and bull story, I thought. I could not resist kissing the idol from head to feet most passionately and wildly. I held her tight against my lips for a long time but did not die unlike the old man’s unfortunate son. I, however, kept my mouth tightly shut as I apprehended that the foam coating might contain some poisonous substance that had killed the son of the old man. I felt extremely sleepy and replaced the idol in the box and fell asleep as soon as I touched the bed. I dreamt of the call girl Renu embracing me passionately ending up in wild love making.
Horror Of Yakshini Page 2
