Sulochana

The war with Pakistan had ended. I had enlisted three years earlier and was taken in as a lieutenant. When i came out i was a major. The active role i had played had been reported and i was asked to get absorbed into the army, with a promise of a higher rank. I had had enough. The killings, the blood, the war cries, all had made me sick. My conscience was hurting and was overflowing. How many soldiers had i killed. I went into a total guilt complex. I could not find any answer to my thoughts and i was listlessly moving about. I finally reached rishikesh. The pristine scenery, the serene nature, the gushing alaknanda, and the genuine piety that i saw moved me, and my heart felt lighter. Yet, i was crying within. I found shelter at the swami sivananda ashram, where i would sit on the steps and stare into space. Food was served free there, buti had no hunger. The bhajans never gave me any solace. I wanted to jump into the river and end my life for so many killings that i had done. That was my state when this incident took place. It was three days that i was like this; dirty, without a bath, unkempt hair, a month’s growth of the beard and a physique that could hardly hold itself. And i had not eaten for almost five days till then; fatigue and hunger overcame me and leaning my head on the stone pillar i dozed off. In that haze, i could feel people moving around. But suddenly, i could feel the aura of this personality, who had silently come and stood before me. I opened my eyes to find a tall sadhu, with the most brilliant pair of eyes, his matted hair tied up, his dark beard falling below his neck.” How long are you going to be like this?” He asked me in perfect english. I was slightly taken back, and in that hazy state i said, “till i find answers to my questions” “not here son! You will get them when you go south. There you will meet a great soul who will answer all your questions and will tell you more. When you meet him, tell him swami satchithananda sent you. And he will know. Now come with me. You need nourishment for the stomach and the body. For the soul, only that person who i have named can help you.” Saying this he took my hand and led me to the vast hall and called out, “sulochana! Babuji ko prasaad leyana”. And as i sat down, i saw one of the most beautiful women ever, coming towards me, a beatific smile on her lips with a leaf plate and a glass of water in her hands. And then, she served me ‘prasaad’ with most loving care and concern, till i was satiated, her smile never leaving her eyes, the guruji took me to a barber, got him to shave me, after which he took me into the ashram where i was given a new dhoti, a kurta and a fresh clean towel and soap after which i had a luxurious hot water bath, coming out clean and fresh after eons.

“even i can’t recognize you’ he said. And turning to sulochana, he asked, “can you?” She turned away with a shy smile. “come. Now let us go to where i live” he said and with sulochana and me trailing him, we climbed the mountains for over twenty minutes, till we came to a fairly large size cave. “come home son” he said and leading me in made me sit down. “i have told you where to get your soul nourished. I had got your stomach nourished. And sulochana, who is like my daughter, will give you other nourishments” he said with a wicked gleam in his eyes..

I asked about her. She was a pahadi girl, orphaned, and left here in rishikesh by her uncle who tried selling her to the pandas. Swamiji had rescued her and since then she had been serving him liker his own child would. Sulochana, the pahadi girl was a tall girl of immense rustic beauty, with a complexion like coffee laced with milk. She was endowed with large liquidly eyes which seemed to be with kaajal that lit up when she smiled, a strutting jaw line and a ready winsome smile, displaying her pearl white teeth. Her breasts seemed like two ripe mangos. The only make up she seemed to have was her bundled up tresses that reached to her knees when she loosened her tresses, which she adorned with a flower. She had two earrings and both her hands were full of coloured class bangles. On her ankles were two silver anklets that jingled as she walked. On her forehead she always wore a large vermilion bindi. The evening shadows were growing long and the chill had intensified. Sulochana who till then was missing, came in, and bowing to swamiji said “o guphabhi thayarhai baba”.

“come now with me “ swamiji said and led me into another smaller cave, where a fire was roaring, and the floor spread out with mats and durries. “sleep here for the night” he said and left, asking sulochana to keep me company.

We were now alone. She was standing shyly in a corner. I called her to me. She came and at my request sat down near me. “why are you quiet?” I asked. She shook her head indicating ‘no’ and smiled. I took her hand in mine and raising it to my lips, kissed it. She pulled it free and covered her face in shyness. I drew her on to my lap and kissed her on her eyes. She didn’t respond. I caressed her face and then kissed her on her cheek. This time she looked at me and smiled. I was bewitched. I pulled her down gently and kissed her on her lips. Her hand went around my neck. And with my tongue i probed her lips and she opened that sweet smelling mouth of hers and took my tongue in and allowed me to suck hers, which was delightful. At this, her breathing had become hot, her clasp had tightened and then she responded. She took my tongue and she started sucking on it, swallowing my saliva. My had slowly went down to her breast and i found it soft and most pleasant, i removed her saree pallu and started removing the knots from behind her blouse. One…two…three and the blouse was now open. I peeled it off, exposing the most beautiful pair of breasts, small dark brown nipples jutting out of them. The mood, the log fire, and the food that i had down, all put together brought out the man-animal in me, and i swooped her into my arms and started sucking her breasts, now one, then the other, licking them, teasing them and nipping them. Both her arms were around me and she was moaning. “am i hurting you?” I asked. “no. It is very nice” she said shyly. And pulling me down she kissed me ardently on my mouth for a long time leaving me gasping. I gently released myself and lay her on the mat and lay next to her. Clasping her to my bosom, i locked my mouth on to hers and we again went into a long and luxurious kissing spree, our hands moving over our backs. And once again we were in the same act, this time our hands moving on our respective backs with more ardour. After some time, we peeled off and then, bending down, i took her right breast in my mouth and first, kissed it and then started sucking on her nipples, gently at first, and the slowly increasing the intensity. She started hissing, “babuji. What you are doing is giving me so much pleasure” she whispered. “for me too” i said and continued to do what i had started. She took my other hand and placed it on the other breast. Oh! It was so luxuriantly soft. I started kneading it gently, and then took her small nipple between my finger and teased it very gently. I had no wish to hurt her or frighten her away. A little while after, she said, “babuji! It is so lovely! Do it harder please” she said and i did what she wanted. We were like that for a very long time, kissing and caressing each other with tenderness and then with passion.

A little later, i untied her sari knots and stripped her fully, kissing away her protests. She covered her nakedness with her hands. I gently eased her hands away. “i am feeling very shy babuji” she said, now hiding her face between her hands. I kissed her removing her hands. “why? I have fallen in love with you my rani” i said, and slowly moved my hand down to her thighs. She involuntarily closed her legs, but at the same time pulled me down to her mouth kissing me with a ferocity which surprised me. Responding to her, i opened my mouth and as tongues were twirling with each other, i squeezed her breast and teased her nipple. Releasing myself, i now started planting millions of tiny kisses all over her body starting from her forehead, behind her ears, on her nose and eyes, down on her breasts, going down slowly to her stomach, then her belly button, and then from the stem of her keg down slowly and gradually till i reached her toes. Ii shifter my mouth without a break onto the other leg and repeated the whole act upwards till i reached her forehead. By then she was hissing and moaning, “babuji! Babuji!” I then turned her around and lay her on her stomach and now started my kisses from her neck down to her shoulder, the her shoulder blades, the small of the back and when i went down to her ass, i tarried for sometime kissing it and sucking on the two moulds. By now she was heaving and mouthing endearments of love, care and want. I then turned her around and when my hand went down to her thighs, they were now open. When i placed my finger on her mound, i found it oozing wet. “babuji…” she said and held me tight. I pried it open and with soft, gently motion, teased her two lips. Her grip on me intensified. “come up babuji” she said. As i went up, she seized my head and drawing it to her mouth pushed her tongue deep into mine, indicating she was too shy to talk and to convey she liked what i was doing. My action between her thighs did not stop. And gently i tried probing her vagina. She spread her legs for me. And the finger slipped in. I was surprised. I thought she would be a virgin. She seemed to know what i was thinking. “it happened with my mama. ” she said with anguish. Kissing her on her eyes and face, i said, “forget that. It is past. For now, you are mine and i will treat you like my bride.” Saying that i dipped my mouth on her breast sucking away on her nipple, and playing on the other. Her whispers were husky. Her movements lithe. The pressure of her arms around me intense.

I now released myself from her and came down. Lying at the edge, i moved up till my head was in line with her thighs i smooched on them and moved up and slowly came down the valley and then between her thighs. The smell of sex was over powering; but to me in my state, it was pleasant, as the fragrance of fresh flowers seem to be there. I kissed her there. “babuji!” She said and opened her thighs exposing her tender, fleshy and lovely cunt to view. With my finger i parted her labia, exposing the pinkish brown flesh. I dipped my face and smelt her there. She spread her thighs a bit more wide. And then my tongue took over, gently lapping her all over, starting from the base of her cunt and stroking up just below her clitoris, in long smooth, wet slurps. She was oozing away ands i was licking it all. “i am leaking babuji. I am not able to control it” she said. I was too busy to reply. “do you like what you are doing babuji?” She asked. Lifting my head, i asked her, “do you like what i am doing?” She nodded her head and said, “haan. Bahut.” Bahut pyaara lagraha hai” i was intent on licking her and found that she was enjoying it, as her thighs were now pressed on my head, and she was holding on to it, ruffling my hair. I came up for a breather and went up to her, and taking her in my arms, i started kissing her on her mouth, which she opened for me, thrusting her tongue, her juices and my saliva mixing with hers. For me it was heaven. I now traced my hand down and opening her thighs, probed her cunt, and gently inserted my index finger into her wet vagina. It slipped in though there was some resistance. But as it went in, it was welcomed by her squirting her juices copiously on my fingers, while she held me tight and kissed me all over, wet slushy kisses, moaning away ‘babuji. Babuji.” I was truly transported to a plane that i was not aware existed till then. I caressed her face and her hair, while my finger was busy deep inside her. And then i ventured to insert the middle finger also, and with the two probed her inside searching for her tender g spot. And when i found that haloed area, i played on it my finger tapping on it like a woodpecker tapping on wood. And that was it. She cried out and her body tensed. “master. It is so very lovely. I am transported into bliss. I love you. How i wish you are mine” she cried. I had to place my mouth on hers as i was now worried whether her moans and cries would be heard by baba!

“come to me! Enter me. Take me and make me into a willing woman” she said, her nails scratching away my back. At that time it was pleasant and erotic. Later on, in that sivalik cold, it was burning. I released myself from her, and got between her thighs. I gently lifter her and placing her feet on my shoulders i placed myself in front of her inviting vagina which was dripping with her juices. “sulochana. With this i am making you mine. And i will be ever yours, i said and gently entered her. She pushed herself into me swallowing me and replied back thrust for thrust. Her legs now entwined on the small of my back. “it is lovely master. I am yours too. And you have made me so happy. I love you babuji.” And my probes and thrusts intensified till neither of us could hold ourselves any longer, and in a shower of our love juices, emptied ourselves into each other, completely drenching one another. At the end of it, as i lay next to her, tracing her face with my finger, while gently kissing her, she asked me “were you really serious when you said you will make me your?”. “of course. That is the first thing i will request baba in the morning.” And after that, i and sulochana made wild, unbridled love twice more. By then dawn had broken beautifully, itch the sky pink and blue and purple. We had bathed and gotten ready to meet swamiji. As we both went to meet him, he said, “i have done what is best for you here.: and as if reading my mind he continued “and i am giving away my daughter to you. Take her and keep her well. And come here to visit me whenever you can.” He came down with us to see us off in the bus to delhi. As the bus started swamiji tuned back trying to hide away his tears. For me, he was my saviour. He had given me the most stabilising factor in my life- sulochana.