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told him about what high price he was supposed to pay for merely knowing the truth of mirror ā€¦the painter out of curiosity agreed to pay the price .It was nothing but the life of painterā€™ā€™ā€¦Sonal was telling such an interesting story to Anand. that he never thought of ,even in his imagination. Her words created a reality
ā€˜So you mean to say the painter had to pay his life as price to face the mirror.ā€™Anand asked.
ā€˜Yes all three of themā€¦but the result was the innumerable collection of paintings which came out as the wealthiest collection of itā€™s timeā€¦All three of them became renowned art collectors of that time and earned name fame and wealth ā€¦My uncle,Chhabeeli and the Usta painter died on the same date after five years of seeing their image in the mirrorā€¦The death was also not naturalā€¦ All three of them consumed wine beyond their capacity at Chabeeliā€™s kothiā€¦Chabeeli that night danced exclusively for my uncle against the wishes of the Maharaja of the stateā€¦ who invited her to his palace for dancing in the celebration of his birthday. She rejected Maharajas offer but she adorned her body with Solah Sringar and danced for her uncleā€¦Unfortunately, all three of them could not see the next day lightā€¦their intimacy took their lifeā€¦
The morning funeral was attended specially by Maharajaā€™s chief of army-cum-A.D.C, to give honor to all three of themā€¦ā€™ā€™ Sonal also told Anand about the background of these paintingsā€¦only few of them are still lyingā€¦ Carelessly as nobody takes interest in themā€¦and including herself considers these paintings filthy and obsceneā€¦.in some of these rare paintings, the face of Chhabeeli and her erotic nude beauty was exposed by Usta artistā€¦It was interesting to know that the Usta artist did most of his nude works ,seeing reflections of Chhabeeli in mirror who modelled for himā€¦For that she did not expose her body before the artist and remained in her normal attires but the magic mirror showed her naked , artist drew her from a different angle and the paintings were finished in such a perfect manner by the color strokes that these became master works of that time .Besides all this the haveli of his uncle became art-studio.extremely private and privileged work of very high quality was executed there and was sold to rich people at exorbitant price.


18/LADY OF MIDAS
After discovering a new den for their activities, Anand had good number of regular and irregular classes conducted by his lady teacher. Now it was not seven days in week. Initially it was decided that he would teach the lady some fundamentals of English just to make her base strong as she intended to appear for her Board examinations the current year. But from the very first day she changed her role and instead of her role as student she became a teacher of her ā€˜love- parrotā€™ and started coaching himā€¦iloo-iloo, I..l,,o..vā€¦e.. You! Anand was in golden cage of romance. He was learning new lessons everydayā€¦If called for extra class, he would come running.The curriculum was only for practical periods since there was no need of any theory there.ā€¦. The school was so typical that it had only one student and one teacherā€¦ both made for each other...no black-boardā€¦ no attendance register...no feesā€¦no boring studies... no set timings...everything was decided between those two individual; the teacher and the taughtā€¦and he was so badly involved in its curriculum that the school became his life... as if he was born for it .. as if the instructor...definitely his lady ā€“teacher, had come on earth only to teach him every details of sexā€¦it was a natural, most appropriate learning and teaching game ,where perhaps both the parties learnt from each other .Yes that was more like a gameā€¦even a ā€˜game-century.ā€™
The tail end of this story: Parents of both the parties were well connected. Sonalā€¦ her name was printed in the latest edition of new ā€˜sex-ford- dictionaryā€™ā€¦she was his lady Midasā€¦ she was his bodyā€¦ she was his heart... she was his mind ā€¦she was anything and everything to him on the earth .He would not think of anything beyond her, they were two bodies in one soul... their psycho-somatic separation was only a biological- worldly known fantasy.. Anatomy was a destiny for him.
Perhaps there was some Freud hidden in themā€¦in the body and soul of both the individualsā€¦ that was shaping their behavior... Anand and Sonal ā€˜were destined by their dissimilar bodies to develop different needs and abilities and to play distinctive part in life... Yes that is briefly about their golden daysā€¦and to prove that they never gone wrongā€¦!
Anyway both Anand and Sonal started sailing wellā€¦Once his Nana visited his home after a long gap and expiry of warrant against him. He got to know that Anand was engaged as tutor to Sonal who was daughter of Kishanji married to Nandu P.T.I, son of Nathia, their old elephant keeperā€¦the only thing his Nana expected of Anand was that, he should not take any tuition fees from Sonal, who was like his ā€˜sisterā€™!
At one Sunday after noon when Anand was about to leave for Sonaā€™ls house his Nana called for him and wanted to know where he was going. Anand did not tell lie. He told him that he went to teach English to wife of Nandumaharaj in Dhheenganiabasti.
ā€œI knew you go there regularlyā€¦I simply wished, you donā€™t charge tuition fees from your sister Sonal. Her mother was almost a family member and father was our discipleā€-told his Nana to Anand. ā€¦He only nodded in affirmationā€¦but one word ā€˜sister for Sonalā€™ uttered by his Nana was creating trouble in his mindā€¦and all the way, while paddling the bicycleā€¦he fought mentally against the conservative system of attaching stigma to any sort of relationā€¦Anand knew in his heart of hearts, long ago he had already broken that stigma of sisterhood at least with Sonalā€¦although he principally agreed to the point of not charging tuition fees in cash, as he had already charged the same in ā€˜kindā€™ .With the word ā€˜kindā€™,there was a little smile on his face which he himself did not like.. .It reflected his cunningness. A sort of feeling against his Nana , whom he respected too much. But from inside he knew, he was on the immoral trackā€¦against the norms of societyā€¦breaking all the barriers of his family traditionsā€¦and what not..?
His Nana left for Mewar after meeting all the members of his family. At that time his country was on the verge of freedom.

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ā€˜So you have come. (It was a spell-bound meeting after parting, reconciliation after the first battle) Nice .I forgot to tell you, my mother and Papa also knew your Nanaā€™--Sonal told him, when he reached next day. She had been working hard for several weeks on a project of cleaning and decorating the house .For that she brought some wall hangings (paintings) and old toys from her fatherā€™s house .Her father was no more interested in keeping the old valuable collection of his Grand parentā€™s time.. Even he wanted to dispose of his antique furniture and told Sonal several time to take anything she liked as he had nobody except her and he was passing through his fag end of life. Sonal took only some good paintings and toys which her grand father had brought from Paris along with that magic mirrorā€¦and she was planning to decorate them properly. For which she called Anand early in the morning to help her in decorating her houseā€¦and he was there.
ā€˜Yes my Nana also told me only yesterday that you're Mom and Papa had taken some short of ā€˜Deekhsha from my grand Nana in our haveliā€¦ā€™Anand told her.
ā€˜Do you also have interest in your familyā€™s Tantra tradition? She just asked out of curiosity.
ā€˜I am too young to practice thatā€™-He told.
ā€˜Still you must have known something from your parents?
ā€˜I am told that Tantra practice asks for no faith in advanceā€¦
ā€˜How it can be?
ā€˜Because it is self verifyingā€¦ā€™
ā€˜It is related to sex? She asked a direct question with a smile.
ā€˜I am told it believes in enjoyment ā€¦material and spiritual bothā€¦
ā€˜Did your Nana teach you anything practical? She was curious in more things.
As a matter of fact even my Nana was entirely a man of new ideasā€¦You knowā€¦he is in touch with the revolutionariesā€¦!ā€™Anand informed her out of any contextā€¦but that all did not attract Sonal muchā€¦what was she really liked was the old and rich heritage of her countryā€¦and she was from her childhood thought of taking some Deeksha of Tantra from a reliable Guru (spiritual teacher)..She had heard of one good Tantric , belonging to an old township Phalodi near Jodhpurā€¦but she was keeping all that in her mind and did not think it proper to discuss in details these things as it was advised by her father ..
ā€˜I donā€™t know Anand I donā€™t like the revolutionariesā€¦Please donā€™t take it otherwise.ā€™ She told him. Her frank opinion but within seconds of her expression she became consciousā€¦She realized she was unnecessarily criticising Anandā€™s Nana indirectly and she felt sorry for that.
ā€˜Do you know my Nana- ? Questioned Anand the very moment she gave her opinion about revolutionaries and without caring for her answer he told her ā€“ā€˜Bhabhi my Nana is not of that brand of revolutionariesā€¦as you people thought aboutā€¦He is..ā€™
And before the discussion on revolutionaries would take any serious turn, Sonal surprised him by tellingā€”ā€˜O.K, I have taken my words backā€¦but now onward request youā€¦Anand please donā€™t tell me Bhabhiā€¦call me Sonalā€¦call me by my nameā€¦ā€™ and that simple sentence uttered by Sonal traveled miles long in the heart and mind of Anandā€¦he was not expecting such a turn in his life in so short a spanā€¦!
Sonal was nailing a big wall hanging of Dhola-Maru, the folk tale based special embroidery work done by some master-craftā€™sman and for that she also needed help .Anand also smelled the absence of N.M and children in the house as Sonalā€™s behavior was very informal and intimate, still, as a good gesture he asked about N.M and her childrenā€”ā€˜Where are children goneā€¦? Is your husband also not at home..? Since long I have not seen Baba (everyone in the home called Nathiya by Baba) for a long time.
Anandā€™s enquiries seemed very long...and to brief all that Sonal with a cunning smile and inviting gestures of amorous embrace, liberating her arms free like a bird repliedā€”ā€˜Today on earth we are only two ā€¦Anand you know ā€¦I love youā€¦I have spent sleepless nights after that noon, you took me in your strong armsā€™-her words were rolling in passion...She was sucking her lips, her eyes straying about like fish in the aquariumā€¦she was wearing flower in her hairā€¦her breasts showing in eagerness and in jumping moodā€¦she was touching her pallu again and again as to avoid its slip from her girdle.
Anand was seeing a different woman in Sonal today... some dream of total surrender for Anand was in her heart.
It was a cloudy noon and since morning raining .Sonalā€™s husband N.M had gone to Jaipur on tour for a week with his school sports team for inter-district tournamentsā€¦her children to city in her distant cousinā€™s home. The changed situation made their togetherness more intense.
The rain was now splashing doors and windows of the house and the sound of thunder was making the environment romantic. That was the most exciting moment when he came down from the big size stool, towards the sofa cum bed lying in the semi dark corner ā€¦her arms thrown in the air, eyeā€™s half openā€¦lips displaying
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