The Incredible Journey

The train slowly started its long journey at exactly five in the evening. It was an express train and its final destination was another, bigger city about 800 kms away. The expected time of arrival at the destination was 7-30 am next morning.

I am Mohan, twenty going on twenty one, a student of final year engineering degree course. I was returning to my college and hostel after spending three weeks of winter vacation at home. I was seated on the comfortable, cushioned lower berth of the First Class Compartment. Those were the days when this was the highest class of travel in Indian Railways and AC coaches on trains were a rarity. As a student traveling home and back, I was allowed a 50% concession on the fare. That made it affordable.

The First class cabin comprised of a total of four berths - two lower berths and two upper berths. As you enter a cabin, there is a set of one lower & one upper berth on your right and another similar set on the left, separated by about three feet of space. Each lower berth had a square window with steel bars welded across it. The window could be closed with either a tinted glass rolling shutter or a louvered sheet metal rolling shutter.

As the train picked up speed, I looked around. Seated across me, on the other Lower berth, were two women. At the very first look my mind registered them as a mother and daughter. The young girl looked around 19 years of age. She wore a bright red colored langa (a full length skirt more like a petticoat) and a voni (a half sari). My first impression was that she was a pretty girl.

The other lady looked to be in late thirties. She wore a nice, chiffon light blue sari and a matching blouse. My mind also registered that she wore a sleeveless blouse that showed off fair, smooth, shapely arms and she had a generous mouth with full lips that were painted red with lipstick. She wore a simple gold chain around her neck with a round locket that rested on her high chest; another chain of black beads around her neck indicating that she was married.

All my inspection just took a few seconds. There were only three of us in the cabin.

"Are you going all the way?" She asked me in a soft tone.

"Yes! Madame! Are you too?" I asked courteously.

"Yes! I am Suguna and this is my daughter Aarti." She responded.

"I am Sekhar; a final year engineering student going back after vacation." I informed her, slightly boastful.

Suguna asked me to call her aunty. Soon Suguna and I were chatting freely. But, Aarti rarely spoke. She was the shy, introvert type perhaps, I thought. As the conversation progressed, I stole occasional glances at Aarti.

She was not just pretty, she was sexy too, I thought. Between her langa and blouse, a strip of about two inches of skin of her midriff was revealed. It was very fair, satin smooth, sparkling skin that adorned her very slim waist. Even more alluring were the twin peaks of her young breasts ensconced in the red blouse. They looked perfect spheres and apple like. She had a pretty, slightly oval face and large black eyes.

The T.T.E (Traveling Ticket Examiner) had come in and checked our tickets against the reservation chart, found them in order, ticked off our names in the chart and returned our tickets after duly signing on them.

I inquired if a fourth person is joining us in the cabin later.

"As of now this upper berth is vacant and it is unlikely that anyone will join. Before going to bed, please bolt the cabin door from inside for your safety." He left with that word of caution.

"Can I borrow your magazine?" Aarti's voice was musical as she asked me.

"Sure." I replied, rather quickly and handed over the latest issue of the glossy, movie magazine 'Filmfare' which I bought at the train station.

"Thanks." She gave me a pretty smile as she took it.

I opened a half read Harold Robins' book and started reading it. Silence reigned in the cabin for a while. Around 8 pm, Suguna aunty picked up and opened a cane basket, took out a medium sized stainless steel tiffin carrier, a couple of plates, spoons, glasses and a bottle of water.

Obviously, it was their dinner. I had planned to buy and eat some snacks at the next big stop that was due in fifteen minutes. My mother wanted to pack a nice dinner for me but I refused to carry one.

Aarti helped her mother unpack. Their dinner comprised of purees (an unleavened flaky Indian bread, that is deep-fried in ghee) and potato curry. Even as I protested, they made three portions.

"I will eat something at the next station, aunty. You please go ahead and have your dinner." I protested mildly.

"No, Mohan! There is more than enough food here for three of us and you must eat with us. This is homemade and much better than the Railway food, I assure you." Suguna was emphatic.

The purees looked good and I was also hungry by then. Without further ado, I picked up my plate and started eating. They were very delicious and I had a second helping too which Aarti served me.

We chatted as we ate. They were returning home after attending a wedding. Suguna's husband was an important state government officer and could not accompany them because he was busy accompanying his minister. Suguna told me this with a touch of pride. Aarti was doing her first year of science degree course.

After dinner, we cleaned up and made our preparations for bed.

I offered my lower berth to Aarti but she politely declined saying that she prefers the upper berth. Suguna asked me to shut the cabin door and bolt it up from inside and I promptly complied. It was winter time and quite cold. Suguna asked me to lower the metal louvered shutter fully on both windows. I did that too.

Then we made our respective berths with the crisp white sheets provided by the Railways. We were also provided with a pillow and a blanket each. I settled down on my lower berth and Aarti climbed up to her upper berth with her mother's help. Suguna settled down on her lower berth opposite mine.

I got off my berth, switched off the main lamp, left the two fans on at medium speed and switched on the dim blue night lamp. I went back to my berth, switched on the small reading lamp and settled down to read my book. After about half an hour, I switched off my reading lamp and drifted into sleep. The rocking motion of the train certainly helped. Just before I slept, my mind registered the fact that both mother and daughter were already asleep.

At this stage of the story, I would like to make some honest admissions to my readers. Firstly, I was just a very young novice at that time with no experience in sexual matters. Whatever little I knew was mostly bookish knowledge and a little of what I heard from the 'more experienced' friends. The only sex I had that time was masturbation. The high point of my sex life was an occasional peek at the forbidden 'Playboy' magazine smuggled in by the more affluent friends.

So, when I drifted to sleep that night, I had absolutely no sexual designs. It is true that I found Aarti pretty and attractive. I also wondered briefly about her tits...how they would look when bare and how they would feel in my hands. But then, you would expect that as a natural and normal reaction from any young lad of my age.

I suddenly woke up from sound sleep. I didn't know what woke me up. The train was traveling at a good speed and as my eyes adjusted to the dim night lamp, I saw that all was quiet around me. I looked at the radium dial on my watch and noted that it was 12-15 am. I got into a sitting position, picked up my water bottle and drank some cold water from it. Then I looked around.

I noticed that Suguna aunty was soundly asleep with her back towards me. She had covered herself with the blanket from neck to toe. I looked up at the upper berth. I found that Aarti was also asleep like her mother and in similar posture...her back was towards me. I do not know why I did that but I suddenly had an urge to look at Aarti from close quarters.

I got off my berth silently and moved to their berths. While keeping an eye on Suguna aunty, I looked closely at the upper berth. The berth was quite wide. The pillow, and Aarti's head resting on it, was away from me and close to the cabin sidewall. She lay at an angle, side on and facing the cabin wall. Her hips and her left leg were close to the edge of the berth where I stood. Her right leg was thrown loosely at a thirty degree angle and away from her left leg.

She too had the thin blanket covering her from her upper back to her feet.

Through the blanket, her small and rounded hips and the rise they made was visible and attractive. Her slender left ankle was partly visible through the edge of the blanket.

A sudden urge took over me. I felt an urgent need to look at her bare legs and thighs. I knew it was a risky and wrong thing to do. But the urge was overpowering. I would be very careful, I told myself. I made sure that aunty was still asleep with her back to me. I went to work.

I inspected the thin blanket closely. It hugged her tightly at the hips and thighs. Further down, around the middle of her left leg, I noticed a slack in the blanket. Holding on to the edge of the berth with my left hand, I positioned my right hand close to that slack on the berth cushion. Then, I slowly slid my fingers forward under the blanket.

I got a grip on the blanket and gently pulled it away from her leg, inch by inch. Her smooth and fair left calf revealed itself first and then the back of her left knee and finally the beginning of her left thigh. The blanket got stuck and I could pull no more. So I looked!

In the dim light, the smooth shiny calf beckoned. The little of the thigh that was visible told me that hers would be a slender, taut and satin smooth thigh. How to steal a look now without waking her up! I looked at her again. The solution presented itself.

As I said earlier, her right leg was thrown across and away, loosely. I reached carefully for the other edge of the blanket that rested loosely over her right leg and slowly lifted it. It came off easily and I pulled it very slowly towards me. Her red petticoat was high up, covering only the top of her right thigh.

I sneaked a peek at Suguna aunty. There was no change in her position. I now looked closely at Aarti's bare right leg and thigh. They looked gorgeous. The skin was smooth and sparkling. The thigh was slender, shapely and taut. It looked satin smooth, totally hairless...just the way I liked.

Seeing that bare thigh increased my lust. Can I manage to go a little further up and see her buttocks! That would be fantastic, I thought! With increased confidence I slowly pulled the blanket away from her ass area. I noticed then that under the red langa, she wore a thin, shorter petticoat.

I held the bottom edges of her langa and petticoat together in my right hand. Slowly, very carefully, I peeled them away from her riches. When I could no more move them safely, I stopped and looked. Her left thigh was now partly revealed. Her right thigh and her small, round, shapely buttocks in all their naked glory greeted me. It was a veritable visual feast and my dick sprang up.

What I should have probably done was to look at Aarti's thighs and hips for a while, cover her with the blanket again and return to my berth, safe and sound. But I was pretty confident now. Having reached this far why not touch? Just steal a tender touch of her smooth thighs and her shapely buttocks. I never touched a girl there and it would be great to score that with a pretty girl like Aarti.

I would do it very slowly and carefully. At the very first instance of any signs of waking up from her, I would leave her and go back to my berth. Yes! I would be very careful. This is too good an opportunity to miss, I thought.

I took a look at aunty and ensured she was in the same position and condition. Very slowly, I moved the tip of my forefinger and brushed it against the midpoint of her right thigh. It was smooth and soft and cool to my touch. I let three of my fingers rest on her lovely thigh. It felt heavenly. I slowly caressed the back of her right thigh. I had this urge to grab it and knead it. So, I pulled my hand away before I did anything rash.

My next target was her small buttocks. Slowly, I brushed them very lightly with my finger tips. They felt good. They felt so good that I literally lost control. The next second, my palm rested on her buttock and felt its richness.

Suddenly, the corner of my eye registered that Suguna aunty started turning in sleep...towards me! In one swift move I covered Aarti with her blanket and dashed back to my berth. But, unfortunately, even as I was dropping on to my berth, Susguna aunty turned! I wasn't sure if she had caught me or not. I just shut my eyes and prayed.

I kept still and I prayed. I was somehow certain that she had seen me moving away from near their berth. What was she thinking of now? Did she think that I was touching and fondling her daughter? Or, did she think I was a thief trying to steal her daughter's gold jewelry? I waited with bated breath.

I heard the cabin door open and again close. After a few seconds I dared to open my eyes. She had obviously gone out. I was now even more scared. What if she had gone to find the TTE or get help? My heart started beating faster.

Calm down! Relax! I told myself. It is quite possible that she had probably not seen me moving away at all. She had now probably gone to the toilette to relieve herself. I just settled back on my berth, side on and facing her berth. I covered my face with my right forearm such that I could peep through the gap without her noticing it. Feigning sleep, I waited.

Suguna aunty returned in a few minutes. She was alone and she looked perfectly normal. She shut the cabin door and bolted it from inside. Moving to her berth, she looked at the sleeping form of her daughter. Obviously satisfied, she sat on her berth facing me. She looked at me for a few seconds as if to find out if I was really asleep. I held my breath.

Obviously satisfied, she got up, picked up her water bottle and sat down on her berth again. She opened the bottle cap, raised it to her mouth and started drinking. As she drank the water, her pallu (part of sari that covers her chest) fell into her lap. Unmindful of that, she drank the water slowly.

My eyes naturally fell on her blouse that covered two big and attractive breasts that stood proudly in the tight confines of her blouse. Her blouse was of a V cut design that showed a good part of her cleavage. Even in the dim light I could see sharp, prominent and protruding points at the center of each breast. I liked what I saw.

Suguna aunty finished drinking water. She recapped the water bottle and put it back on the side table. She sat again on her berth facing me. Then she did something totally unexpected! Letting the pallu lay in her lap; she unhooked her blouse quickly. She wore no bodice or bra underneath and I clearly saw her bare breasts.

They were magnificent. They were large, slightly conical like mangoes, with prominent aureole and big nipples. Even before my mind could properly understand what was happening, she got off the berth, reached for the night lamp switch and switched it off. Just before switching it off, she looked at me and smiled. Yes!! I was certain of that! She smiled!

The cabin plunged into total darkness and there was a slight rustle as Suguna returned to her berth. I was in turmoil. Even to a novice like me, the message was obvious. That final smile said it all. Suguna was waiting for me, bare breasted and ready!

I lost all my fear and reasoning. Lust replaced everything. My dick had become hard. My body became hot and feverish with desire. I just wanted one thing. I wanted my hands on those mangoes. I just wanted to grab them and fondle them for the rest of the night.

I got off my berth and moved across in the darkness to her berth. As I groped in the darkness, I felt her hands reach out and hold mine. She was sitting on the berth, waiting for me. Holding my hands, she made me to sit to her right.

My eyes got adjusted to the darkness. Suguna turned slightly towards me and her hand took my right hand and placed it on her full left breast. I squeezed it impulsively. A low hiss escaped from her sealed lips. My palm was hot and damp and her breast was full and bouncy. It felt as if I was squeezing a rubber ball.

As I continued to squeeze her boob, her mouth moved to my ear and she whispered, "Don't make any sounds." I understood. We had to be careful, not to wake up her daughter. Next second, her mouth covered mine and she kissed me.

It was the first time for me, getting a kiss from a woman whose boob was in my hand. As she kissed my young mouth hungrily, I felt the taste of her lips and her mouth. Her lips were sweet and her mouth was hot. My left hand now joined my right, grabbing her right tit. With both hands, I pressed and squeezed Suguna's mango like breasts.

She obviously liked it because she kept kissing me. I felt her tongue darting in and playing with my tongue. After a minute or two she broke off the kiss and came up for breath.

Now, aunty sat back further, resting her back against the backrest. Holding my head in her hand, she guided my mouth to her right nipple.

"Lick it first and then suck it with lips. Don't bite it." She whispered in my ear.

She was the Guru and I was the pupil. I did exactly as she asked. I first licked her big, beautiful, blackish brown nipple. I licked the aureole around it and then the nipple itself. When it was very wet with my spittle, I clamped the hard, engorged nipple between my lips. I sucked it. Sucked it like it is a lollipop! Sucked it greedily!

Aunty moaned into my ear.

"It is so nice. Suck it with lips, take it into mouth and suck it with mouth too."

Her hand guided my right hand to her left nipple.

"Play with it. Roll it, tweak it and pinch it."

For several minutes aunty had her boobs serviced by me. Suck the right, maul the left, then change, suck the left, maul the right...an unending cycle!

After about ten minutes, she stopped me. I didn't want to, but I obeyed her. She now whispered into my ear, very softly, "Play with my thighs now. You will like them."

Her words were music to me.

My hands left her tits which were probably raw by then with all the sucking and fondling they received. I bent slightly, reached for the edge of her sari with both my hands and pulled it up. At the first sight of her thunder thighs, I almost swooned. They were big, healthy, little fleshy but smooth thighs.

I let my hands rest on them; just above her knee caps. Slowly, I started rubbing them, squeezing lightly and rubbing. My hands inched up, a little at a time, pushing up all the clothing that I encountered. As I reached three fourth ways up, Suguna opened her legs a little and guided my palms to her inner thighs.

"Play with the inner thighs. They would love your hands." She whispered very seductively in my ear.

And, I played! My fingers played on her inner thighs, my finger tips pressing, tickling and moving along them in circles. I was now very hot with lust and feverish. My hand was so close to her womanhood. I have heard so many things said about it; the center of attraction; the fount of ultimate pleasure!

I felt Suguna's soft hands reaching for my lap and then resting on the tent in my pants caused by my erect cock poking through my drawers. Her palm cupped my bulge. I covered my mouth with my left hand to stifle the moan that escaped inadvertently.

Taking the cue from her, I pushed my hand forward between her thighs until it came into contact with her mound. When my hand touched it, Suguna shook a bit and her grip on my bulge tightened.

My palm rested on her mound. The surface was full of little thorns! That was my first reaction. Immediately, I realized that she had probably shaved off her pubic hair a few days back and this was the stubble. My knowledge about a woman's pussy was virtually zero then. I didn't know what I was supposed to do next. So I did it by reflex.

My hand squeezed Suguna's pussy and kept squeezing it lightly.

She obviously liked it; and also seemed to know my predicament. Leaving my bulge alone, her hand joined mine. She caught my fore and middle fingers, lifted them, put them in her mouth, sucked them, took them out back to her pussy and guided them to her slit. Opening her wet slit with her hand, she guided my eager fingers into her cunt.

Aunty's cunt was all hot, juicy and wet...the walls and the passage were soft. My fingers slid in easily and I pushed them in up to their base. By instinct, I wiggled them.

"Move them in and out while wiggling." Her voice shook.

I got the idea. She wanted me to fuck her cunt with my fingers. I did exactly that. After a few strokes, I innovated. My ring finger also joined the other two. I bunched all three fingers together like a cock and fucked her juicy cunt with them.

Suguna loved it. She opened her legs even wider and lifted her bottom slightly. My finger tips now touched her depths in the forward stroke. She reached out, pulled my head to her right breast and pushed her nipple and some tit into my mouth. Now there was a sense of urgency now in her actions.

I sensed it. I sucked hard at her nipple and munched her tit. My fingers stroked her cunt faster. I sensed the change in her. She shook, she shivered and suddenly her thighs clamped shut around my hand, imprisoning my three fingers in her cunt. I felt a churning motion there with lots of wetness.

I didn't know it then by the name, but Suguna was the first woman to get an 'orgasm' from my hand and fingers. After opening and closing her thighs shut a few more times in the prolonged orgasm, she finally released my hand. I pulled it out of her cunt. It was all wet as if coated with glue.

Before I could act, she pushed my wet hand into my mouth and whispered in my ear, "Taste it. That is the taste of me." It smelled pungent and tasted like a clear soup with no salt. That was my impression. But, I liked the idea of tasting her cunt juices and sucked it all.

"Now it is your turn. Go back and lie down on your berth. Whatever happens, be silent." She whispered conspiratorially.

I was excited by the words 'your turn'.

I went to my berth and lay flat on my back.

Suguna joined me in a couple of minutes. She sat on the edge of the berth and her hands reached for my pants. She unbuttoned it and pulled it down to my knees. I had striped cotton underwear that fell just short of my knees. It had a buttoned opening in the front. My erection made a big tent.

Her hands unbuttoned it and pulled out my hard, pulsating cock. It was of light brown color, average thickness. But, it was long and the pink head was nicely shaped. It was shaped like a broach...thick at the base and slightly tapering to the front. I had smooth, jet black, curly pubic hair. Her right hand held the long cock at the base. Her left hand grabbed my pubic bush and pulled at it playfully.

"Beautiful, young cock!" Her soft voice was musical and her words magical.

As if in appreciation of the praise, my cock swelled a little more.

Suguna bent her head, brought her full lips close to my pink tip. Her tongue flicked at my tip and gave it a quick lick. I was spellbound. I never knew about this pleasure. Her tongue licked the cock head all over it and also on the underside. Then she licked the whole length of my cock. I was in seventh heaven!

I liked it so much that I wished she would go on licking my cock. But, Suguna had other plans! Holding my hard cock at the root with a firm grip of her hand, she opened her mouth and swallowed my cock head. Then she sucked! She sucked my helmet like a lollipop while her tongue played with it. I nearly swooned with pleasure.

Slowly, Suguna took my hard cock into her mouth, inch by inch. Then she sucked my cock with a great deal of enthusiasm, bobbing her head up and down. It occurred to me that what she was doing now was a simulation of the actual fucking, with her hot mouth replacing her juicy cunt. I was lost in the greatest pleasure I had ever known in my young life till then.

I reached my ejaculation very soon and had absolutely no control on that. I felt the warm jet of sperm leaving my penis with a force and going into her mouth. I was worried about how she would react to it. I was therefore pleasantly surprised when Suguna swallowed the cum and did not spit it out. Not only that, she literally sucked and licked my cock dry before releasing my limp cock.

She wiped her mouth and my cock clean with the bed sheet. I got up and adjusted my drawers and my pants into proper order. I opened my water bottle drank some cold water and passed it on to her. She too had her fill. Then she kissed me again. Her mouth was awash with my cum and she deliberately kissed me so that I could taste my own cum. The thought was quite exciting

"Did you like it? Was it good?" She asked me softly.

"It was wonderful and heavenly for me, aunty. It was my first time too." I blurted out.

"Oh! My virgin boy!!" she hugged me to her ample bosom and kissed me again.

"It is time to sleep now and rest."

So saying, she got up, switched on the night lamp and went to sleep on her berth.

I looked up at Aarti. There was absolutely no change in her position. I was so exhausted with the wonderful exertions of the past hour that I slept like a rock.

I woke up with a start from a dream. I was on the Railway platform sipping coffee. I didn't notice that the train had started. By the time I realized it picked up speed. I ran after it but missed it. I was left behind, panting! It was all that running and excitement of the dream that woke me up.

I got up and took a sip of water from my bottle. I looked at my watch. It was 3-15 am. Everyone must sound asleep, I thought! I looked at the opposite berths. Aarti continued to sleep and her posture was still the same; her back to me. I looked at Suguna aunty. She was asleep too and was also facing away from me.

Her blanket was in disarray and so was a bit of her sari. Her legs were uncovered and the lower part of her thighs was visible. They appeared very sexy to me, partly covered. But what really caught my attention was her big, melon like buttocks. They stood out proudly, perfectly rounded and raising like small hillocks from a plain.

They looked very inviting. The fact that I hadn't the pleasure of touching or fondling them compounded my misery. I decided to act. I was not afraid of waking up aunty now. So I moved to her berth, sat on the edge and inspected her butt from close quarters.

The best possible approach was via her right thigh, because on that side, her sari was slack. I slipped my right hand under her sari and petticoat and moved it up. My finger tips touched her smooth and soft thigh but I had another target in my mind. So, I raised my hand a little and pushed on until I was reasonably sure that I reached her butt.

As I slowly lowered my palm, it encountered the smooth surface of her melon like right buttock. I rested my palm squarely on her buttock, maximizing the area of contact. Aunty stirred once.

After a few seconds, I let my palm roam the surface of her buttock.

I heard a low moan from Suguna. She moved too...from her side on position she moved to a face down position now. Her face buried into the pillow and her butt on top. I realized with glee that her butt was now easily and completely accessible. I held her sari's bottom edge and moved it up all the way, baring her butt.

The twin melons were mine now. My hands grabbed them, caressed them, fondled them and squeezed them. I did everything I wanted to do with my hands. Suguna obviously was enjoying too, because, often her butt would jerk up. I do not know what made me take the next step. May be it was an instinct! May be it was my puppy love for her!

Whatever it was, I just rubbed my face against her buttocks. I had a day's stubble on my chin and that must have tickled her because she giggled. Then I kissed her butt and her melon like buttocks. I planted many kisses. I didn't stop with that. I licked them with my tongue. Licked and lapped at them like a dog!

Suguna suddenly got up. Hugging me, she whispered in my ear, "Kiss me there. Please kiss me there."

She immediately fell back on the berth, flat on her back and raised her legs which were bent at her knees. Her words were like an electrical shock to me. So, it is true, after all! I heard vaguely from friends that just as women sucked cocks, men licked cunts. I also heard that it is as good as fucking for them; may be even better sometimes!

I sat near the end of the berth and facing her legs, reached out with my hands for her thighs. Separating them gently, I pushed my face between them. As I neared my target, I was stuck with two sensations. The first was the aroma. It was a pungent smell, strong, over powering but not unpleasant, that came directly from her womanhood.

The other sensation was heat. I felt some heat emanating from her cunt and around it. My own body felt as if on fire and her heat compounded it. As my lips touched her cunt's surface, Suguna groaned. I was scared if that would wake up her daughter but I was past caring now. Not knowing what to do, I lapped at her cunt with my tongue like a puppy.

At that instant, I was certainly her puppy. And her hands reached for her cunt and while one opened her slit for me, her other hand guided my mouth to the target. Then I knew. It was really simple. I just pushed my tongue into her wet cunt and chomped my mouth on her lips and sucked.

Suguna moaned a very audible sound that indicated a great satisfaction. I started fucking her cunt with my tongue; letting my instinct guide me. There was no doubt that this was also like fucking because Suguna was also humping my face now with counter thrusts. I realized that her cunt opened up now much wider than before and my mouth too was fucking her now.

It took her only a few minutes to achieve a big orgasm. It was big no doubt because I felt her spasms, heard her moans and my face got coated with her juices. Once it subsided, aunty released my head from the vice like grip of her thighs. We were both messy.

She pulled a couple of napkins from the cane basket and cleaned us up. It was past four in the morning by the time we finally slept in our respective berths.

We arrived at our destination on time. Aarti woke up about half an hour earlier. At the station, their driver received them and took care of their luggage, as we walked out of the station. Aunty offered to have me dropped at my college but I politely declined because it was well out of their way. So, we said good bye and they left. I went in search of my bus.

I cursed myself for not mustering enough courage to ask aunty for her address. She would probably have given me and the possibilities were endless.

But, it was not exactly lack of courage! I controlled myself from asking her. Why? It was because of several reasons. I didn't want big distractions from my studies. The Final year was coming up and I needed to do very well there to get good scores. I was also scared of the implications of an affair with the wife of a top government official.

As I waited for the Bus that would take me to my college, I remembered what I read in a story recently.

"Life is like a train Journey. People get in and people get out. Some become friends; most remain strangers. You eat together, you talk, and you share! As you get off, you go your way and everything forgotten."

But, this was an exception and an incredible journey! I have not forgotten Suguna aunty after all these years. She gave me so much pleasure in those few hours!