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Posted on: Aug 13, '08

The vehicle

As she lay in bed, thinking about her husband, she had a sudden gush of emotion and a tear escaped her eyes. Her friends at the office envied Sunita to have a husband who was caring and compassionate. Amit was more than a husband; he was a companion, a partner, a friend. That’s what made her feel guilty of hiding the truth from him. But how could she tell him? And even if she did, would he believe her? She was not sure about that. And that’s what held her back, each time she made an attempt to tell him. Wiping the tear, she turned on her side and closed her eyes with exhaustion.

She often wondered what that one factor is in her married life that made it so special. Was it love or was it understanding or both? Amit worked with a software company and Sunita was happy to be a housewife. They stayed in a rented bungalow that was in the outskirts of the city. It was specious with a patio and a lawn. Sunita loved nature and was more than happy to be here. Amit would travel by train and often worked late nights, a fact Sunita detested but carried on with life anyway. She was happy to be with him, as in him she found all the joys of life.

They bought a car recently and would go on long drives whenever they could find time. For them, life was one big ride. And they enjoyed each moment. Amit came home one day with the news that his company would be giving him petrol allowance.

“That’s great indeed”. Sunita screamed. Now they could enjoy the rides even more, she thought. Waving the voucher book in the air, he took her in her arms. It was time to celebrate!

It was on Amit’s insistence that Sunita finally agreed to learn riding a two wheeler. His old Scooty was lying in the backyard since they bought the car. She could begin to ride it for small chores like shopping, he thought.
Amit was very patient as he taught her the basics about how to keep balance and how to rest one leg on the ground while turning. Sunita was a good student but her lethargy to learn to drive the vehicle made her reluctant. Amit could sense that but attributed it to her fear of riding.

He kept consoling her, chiding her by giving encouragement. But each time she would sit on the vehicle, she would leave the handle and keep pushing her legs on the ground inadvertently, as if to take flight. And he would jokingly say,

“Suni! You are not flying a plane, it’s a two wheeler dear, keep it on the road”. And she would break in to laughter and lose her balance. But Amit would hold her firmly, not letting her fall. After eight days of practice, Sunita finally learnt to keep her balance and also learnt to go a small distance alone.

“Here. Keep some petrol coupons with you, you will need them now”. Handing over the bunch, he said.

“So many of them? Just a few would do”. Why she would need so many, she thought.

“It’s alright dear. I have quite many remaining with me still”.

“Oh! Amit! Wish I could tell you I don’t need these coupons….” Her mind trailed in thought.

She took the bunch against her wish and kept it in the purse.

“And yes! We are buying you a new Scooty next month.” He exclaimed happily.

As they lay in each others arms that night, Sunita asked him if he was willing to try out something new. Eyes half closed with joy, he agreed. She came over him in an instant and mounted on him, like she would straddle a horse. Letting her hair loose she began to push him, prod him. A moan of happiness escaped his mouth as she began to envelop him with an intensity he had never experienced before. Sunita felt like a queen astride a wild animal unwilling to surrender to her power. She folded her knees and fiercely began to jab him in downward motion. He kept saying something incoherently but she was beyond listening. She was enjoying riding him and she could see in his eyes that he did too. He screamed with joy as he came but she kept thrusting vigorously, until he could take it no more and begged her to stop. She bent down and kissed his chest, then the cheeks, then his lips. They lay that way for some time and slept in the same position until morning.

“You still haven’t used all the coupons”? Looking at the bunch lying on the table Amit asked.

“Nothing as such dear, I hardly use the Scooty actually”.

“Don’t tell me!” Amit was clearly surprised.

“Ya, the market is so close, you know na”? She said with a smile.

“True but now that you know how to ride, I meant the Scooty…Why go walking, right?” He said mischievously.

“And I was planning to buy you a new one this month!” He added.

“New one?” She almost screamed.

“Yes my sweet heart, a new one!” He said.

“Oh! It’s okay dear, I am fine with this”. She put her arms around him and said.

“You sure?” He asked.

She just kissed him on his lips and left him speechless.

Sunita got up slowly and went in to the kitchen. Her vehicle stood in a corner. Quietly she went near it, held it under her crotch and mounted on it, just like she had her husband last night. Folding her knees, she lifted her body and began to glide through the kitchen, then the sitting room and finally through the main door.

The vehicle underneath her made a crackling noise. Amit was right when he said she needed a new one, she thought. She landed near a super market on her way and headed straight to the corner where the board read,
‘New arrivals. Brooms from Moldova’.

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thepatriot2008 said:
wow! a witch she was...that was a nice story

November 25, '08

notjustart said:
The concept of this story isn't very much heard of, at least in India. That's the reason many readers didn't understand exactly what's this broom I am talking about. Thanks for your comment.

September 03, '08