Intense Desires...

To Become An Eunuch...

In May of 2002,

On Monday, I saw Yamini in the school canteen and just smiled as she walked past me to take her seat. She giggled and swatted me on the shoulder, saying, "Oh stop."

It was a happy time. As I walked down the corridor, I began to see girls at school in a different way. Girls didn't terrify me as much anymore, and I had a new sense of self-assurance. They intrigued me and fascinated me. And I wanted more of what I'd had with Alisha, albeit not with her, but with other females of my age. It was clear that the kissing I'd had with Priyanka wasn't going to cut it.

There were only three weeks of school left, and only five weeks till Yamini had to return to London. I will be starting a summer camp class provided by the school's "Numerology" department a week after school concludes for the year. I hoped to be accepted into the program my freshman year, and I believed that this would give me an advantage. After that lesson, I'd be returning to Camp Nanital in Uttarakhand (it was previously part of Uttar Pradesh State, but on November 9, 2000, it became the Republic of India's 27th state) as I had done for the previous two years.

The two weeks seemed to drag on forever. Almost every day, Yamini torments me with her attractive and seductive Rahul remarks. He was a senior in our school, and most of the girls liked him after seeing the comedy-drama movie Kuch-Kuch Hota Hai, in which the hero was named Rahul. Ritvik wasn't much better; I believe she whispered something to him, but I had no way of knowing for sure and wasn't about to inquire. I didn't want anyone to figure out who it was or for the information to spread. I expected he'd bring it up soon, and I'd have to figure out how to respond to my closest buddy.

During those two weeks, Mrs. Sood spoke with my mother on the phone several times, the majority of the time when my mother contacted her. If she needed anything, I was willing to assist her; my mother had volunteered my services several times. Mrs. Sood was a cunning fox who made it difficult for my mother to trap her. She played hard to catch. The more my mum offered, the more she refused. Then she requested my services on a Saturday morning, which my mother agreed to. She told me that I had to assist her in whatever way I could.

“She only wants one thing from me? Me.” I talked to myself.

"Did you comment? What does she want from you?" While cutting vegetables in the kitchen, my mother asked a question. This time, she does hear. Sherlock has returned.

“I mean, she's got to need some more gardening and planting. What else is there? " I attempted to mask my anxieties by answering while moving away from the kitchen and my mother to the TV room.

"You didn't seem quite right to me. There is something odd about your tone. Is everything going well for you? " My mother followed me to the TV room, and her detective antennae were spot on.

My throat had dried up, my taste had faded, my mind was blank, and I was at a loss for words. "No... No... I'm perfectly fine. Maybe it was a crazy day in school, and I had to stay afterward for journals. (Which, of course, I hadn't; I lied.) That's probably why I'm weary; a good night's sleep could help. " I grabbed my luggage and dashed upstairs to my room.

“Stop.” She ordered.

I froze at the top of the steps. "Yes, you're correct, it may be due to exhaustion," she responded, after checking my temperature (by placing her palm on my forehead). "I hope you've eaten; if not, remain for another 10 minutes and I'll fetch you a nice supper and soup, and I'll make sure you have a good night's sleep."

"No, mama, I've eaten at school (no, I haven't)." I lied again because I was afraid that if I remained two more minutes, my mother would get the better of me, and 10 minutes seemed like a lifetime.

"All right, then get some rest, and yes, you have to be at Mrs. Sood's house by 7 a.m. tomorrow." She made her way back to her kitchen.

I huffed and puffed my way into the room, taking a deep breath. Mrs. Sood was a huntress, and she was staring at me. I was her target, and she wasn't going down without a fight. Let's see what occurs tomorrow; for now, I'd want to unwind. I'll have to think of a clever way to cope with this scenario. If any of my actions with Mrs. Sood were to be revealed to my mother, she would be devastated, and only God knows what she could do. (She isn't a quitter, but she is capable of murdering Mrs. Sood.)

Saturday arrived, and I was able to get my bike out of the garage. I was leaving early, so I left a note for Mom on the refrigerator, explaining that I was going to visit Mrs. Sood and would be back before supper. I mounted my bicycle and began pedaling down the street. At 7:00 a.m., I took the shortcut through the tight streets, got back on the road, and arrived at Alisha's house.

Alisha answered the door when I knocked. She smiled at me while wearing a robe. She let me in and closed the door behind me. She drew me into an embrace and kissed me as soon as it was closed. She took a step back and invited me into the living room, asking how I was doing. Rather than sit on the couch, she sat in a plush chair.

"I want to chat to you, but I don't believe we'll get anything done if I sit next to you!"

I sat down on the couch with a smile.

"Two weeks ago, something incredible happened. It's something I'd want to see happen again. But you're so young and should be with females your age, and I need someone with whom I can have a relationship. When you departed the last time, I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders, and I could breathe again. "

She noticed my melancholy, realized I was about to say something, put her finger on my lips, and went on.

"Don't be upset! I'm not going to send you away. Not today, at least. But I'd like you to know that whenever I meet someone, it needs to come to an end. And if someone suspects anything, it needs to stop. If we're detected, I won't go to jail, but my reputation will be wrecked, and I'll have significant issues. And you may as well. So, let's make the most of it while it lasts. " She offered her terms.

As I told you, she won't go down without a fight. See how she was manipulating me.

"Alisha," I added, "you are a lovely lady, and no one would dare pass up such a chance with you. And you know, the last time I was in this situation, I panicked. I'd never done anything like that before. Who knows what might have happened if I had been eighteen years old or older? But, because I'm not 18, and you're not a minor, my conscience won't let me go any further. I know I was at fault the previous time, and leaving you in such a situation was the worst crime any man could commit (in the Mahabharata, Arjuna was cursed by Urvashi to become an eunuch for life, but Indra intervened and lowered the punishment to "one" year. During the 13th year of his exile, when he was obliged to disguise his identity, Arjuna employed this curse). But I still have two more years to grow into a man, so you have my friendship. I would visit your home on a weekly or biweekly basis. We'll play games, listen to music, watch movies, tell stories, and do anything else you like. " I attempted to persuade her to see my point of view and make amends.

"Can I have everything I want, hun?" She inquired with a naughty raise of her eyebrows.

"Except that, you may do whatever you want."

“Friends?” She extended her hand to shake mine.

We exchanged handshakes, and everything appeared to be good for the time being.