Saturday 29 November 2014

Journey called Life : Part 2




As I do not have anything to discuss, I asked them about their son, and then aunt responded in sad note that though he stays in the same house, he does not talk to us, he stays in the first floor, and even the food goes to his room and goes to office from there only. I was not interested in much of the details as I felt it is some thing none of my business.  After 30 mins, I was really feeling bored, so I sat in the hall and watching the sports channel, both uncle and aunt were just looking at me and I could sense their happiness. I was feeling very awkard  and hence I asked them about their family photos or any album. Uncle was very happy and he started to get for me. In the mean time, aunt took my hand and she took me too her bed room and she started telling me what is their in sports, let me show you my dress collections.
( Ok..let me share some thing here, I am closet cross dresser from the age of 14 and after my marriage I have gone through psychological therapy to come out of this habit and now I am almost free from cross dressing).
I was completely surprised by Aunts behaviour and  in order not to hurt her feelings, I said they are very nice. But infact some of the sarees and dresses shown by her were really awesome. After 30 mins, uncle came to room with bunch of albums, and mentioned, “my dear lady, here are the albums”. I was just laughing at his statement thinking that their love for each other is really great.
Normally I do not have any interest in watching the photo albums where I am not present, so out of 6 albums, I finished 2 albums in 15 mins. When I took the third album, uncle  made a statement saying ,”Madhu, do you know that there are about 7 identical people in the world and the chance of meeting them  in eachother’s life  1% and this happens in 1 in millions”. I just smiled at his statement and replied saying,”might be”.
The third album that I took was his son’s Vikram marriage album. Its about 10 year old marriage album. Both aunt and uncle were really looking young and much healthy. Vikram was really handsome, and very fair in complextion. When I turned to next page, it was shocker of my life. Vikram’s wife is really beautiful and their pics were very nice and just then aunt handed me folded white  paper and asked me to see it.   I just asked her “ what is this”?. She said,”See it yourself!”. I was really shocked to see it, as one side it is my pic and other side it is Vikram’s pic. I asked her what is this? She replied, it is not Deepa’s pic, infact it is my pic, with make up. I could not believe what it is.
I really got confused what they are trying to convey the meaning to me. I was really very angry at the turn of events happening behind me. I just stood and asked them what is that they are doing at the back of me and why special interest towards me. Then uncle  took my hand and said, that they psychologist whom I visited was Deepa’s sister and when you showed her your dressing pics, she was shocked and gave me my address and she also requested not to share this information, but as I believe you are the kind hearted person, I am sharing the truth.
I was very much annoyed and shocked at the turn of events and asked them “ what additional information you have about me ?” and it was shocking for me again, as they handed me complete daily activities of my life  which they got it from the private detectives. There are various pics where I am having good time with family and friends and also the places where I have gone in the last one month, including details like what shopping I did and all the close details which even I do not remember.
I really felt disgusted and told them, I need to leave now. But aunt and uncle , both requested me to stay for some more time. I was in no mood ask for the reason also, as I felt really scary to sit even for the 10 mins. There was a silent for the next 10 mins, and I told them that I come from middle class background and I have lot many things to do in my life  & hence it make sense if I leave now and I can walk or take auto-rickshaw from here.

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