oindrillas journey  starts

after we finished lunch Polash said”Boudi(sister in law) i will call you when my set is ready .just dress up in a simple cotton saree. if any make up is required i will direct you then.”  I nodded in the affirmative.  he went up to his room and i got ready for my son to come back from school. when he came i gave him bath and served him food . after resting for time he was ready to go for his tuitions and by four in the afternoon i was alone in the house again.   i opened my wardrobe and selected a light green and yellow shaded cotton saree and started dressing up. as polash had wanted a pure housewife look i put on the sindoor and sankha . and somehow i felt a bit excited to be a model.  so i walked up to the room whick polash had set up as his studio and knocked on the door.  polash poened the door and i sa w a primitive  excitement in his eyes as he gauged me from head to toe. “wow boudi you look just perfect.’  His compliment made me blush and i am sure he noticed it. Looking back now i can say that was the turning point in my life. He showed me a chair in front of a green background.  “ now just think you are siting in the verandah watching something faraway. i will make up the best background on my laptop.”   I sat and tried to put in by best expression. he switched on a number of lights and started clicking.  after innumerable clicks he said “ok now stand up and look straight in to my camera . I need some close ups.”  i stood up and he came real close to my face with his camera clicking constantly. then for a moment he stopped and put out one hand to hold my chin. his fingers again produced the burning sensation on my skin and i felt inexplicably weak .   “just look here.’ and with his fingers he turned my chin to the left . and look up to that point on the wall.”  As he removed his hand I felt the back of his palm gently brushing against my cheeks and rest for a brief moment as if to measure the softness of my cheeks.  “Perfect hold it “ he cried and started clicking with fresh oindrillas journey  startsafter we finished lunch Polash said”Boudi(sister in law) i will call you when my set is ready .just dress up in a simple cotton saree. if any make up is required i will direct you then.”  I nodded in the affirmative.  he went up to his room and i got ready for my son to come back from school. when he came i gave him bath and served him food . after resting for time he was ready to go for his tuitions and by four in the afternoon i was alone in the house again.   i opened my wardrobe and selected a light green and yellow shaded cotton saree and started dressing up. as polash had wanted a pure housewife look i put on the sindoor and sankha . and somehow i felt a bit excited to be a model.  so i walked up to the room whick polash had set up as his studio and knocked on the door.  polash poened the door and i sa w a primitive  excitement in his eyes as he gauged me from head to toe. “wow boudi you look just perfect.’  His compliment made me blush and i am sure he noticed it. Looking back now i can say that was the turning point in my life. He showed me a chair in front of a green background.  “ now just think you are siting in the verandah watching something faraway. i will make up the best background on my laptop.”   I sat and tried to put in by best expression. he switched on a number of lights and started clicking.  after innumerable clicks he said “ok now stand up and look straight in to my camera . I need some close ups.”  i stood up and he came real close to my face with his camera clicking constantly. then for a moment he stopped and put out one hand to hold my chin. his fingers again produced the burning sensation on my skin and i felt inexplicably weak .   “just look here.’ and with his fingers he turned my chin to the left . and look up to that point on the wall.”  As he removed his hand I felt the back of his palm gently brushing against my cheeks and rest for a brief moment as if to measure the softness of my cheeks.  “Perfect hold it “ he cried and started clicking with fresh oindrillas journey  startsafter we finished lunch Polash said”Boudi(sister in law) i will call you when my set is ready .just dress up in a simple cotton saree. if any make up is required i will direct you then.”  I nodded in the affirmative.  he went up to his room and i got ready for my son to come back from school. when he came i gave him bath and served him food . after resting for time he was ready to go for his tuitions and by four in the afternoon i was alone in the house again.   i opened my wardrobe and selected a light green and yellow shaded cotton saree and started dressing up. as polash had wanted a pure housewife look i put on the sindoor and sankha . and somehow i felt a bit excited to be a model.  so i walked up to the room whick polash had set up as his studio and knocked on the door.  polash poened the door and i sa w a primitive  excitement in his eyes as he gauged me from head to toe. “wow boudi you look just perfect.’  His compliment made me blush and i am sure he noticed it. Looking back now i can say that was the turning point in my life. He showed me a chair in front of a green background.  “ now just think you are siting in the verandah watching something faraway. i will make up the best background on my laptop.”   I sat and tried to put in by best expression. he switched on a number of lights and started clicking.  after innumerable clicks he said “ok now stand up and look straight in to my camera . I need some close ups.”  i stood up and he came real close to my face with his camera clicking constantly. then for a moment he stopped and put out one hand to hold my chin. his fingers again produced the burning sensation on my skin and i felt inexplicably weak .   “just look here.’ and with his fingers he turned my chin to the left . and look up to that point on the wall.”  As he removed his hand I felt the back of his palm gently brushing against my cheeks and rest for a brief moment as if to measure the softness of my cheeks.  “Perfect hold it “ he cried and started clicking with fresh energy

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to be continued