Locked Down - 1
My bad luck. Who would have known this. I just returned to Bhubaneswar on 20th March. I had been to my hometown for 10 days. My parents are living there in our ancestral home. I work in an IT company, based at Bhubaneswar, Orissa. As I was saying, it was my bad luck that just after I returned, the Lockdown started all over India on 25th March, 2020. There was no point living alone in Bhubaneswar. The restaurants and malls will all be closed. What would I do all alone in my small flat for an indefinite period.
Sorry, I forgot to tell you that I was a bachelor. Yes, even at 40 I'm still single. I got transferred three months ago to this city. I had taken a good one BHK fully furnished flat in a decent locality. It's not an apartment, but a two storied house. The landlord lived with his family on the ground floor, and I was given the first floor. They are a very good family. The gentleman had just retired a few months back. My landlord and his wife were presently making a trip to his nephew in London, who is working there. They left just the day after I got back here. In fact they have given me the keys to their portion and responsibility of the entire house in their absence.
One week has passed since the first day of lockdown. I am stuck up all alone in this house. When they were here, the house owner Mr Rajaguru's wife used to organise my food. I have now arranged with a family in our locality just two buildings away, who does home delivery business for lunch and dinner. They served good home cooked food.
My office right now is closed. There are no plans as of now when to start because the whole of the country is under lockdown. They are discussing at higher levels whether they can institutionalize a 'Work from home' concept.
I got a call from the landlord Mr Rajaguru last night. He sounded very concerned. All international flights being cancelled indefinitely, they were worried when they could return. They have their visa for 3 months. But his main concern was for some other reason. His 15 year old daughter Reshmi was stuck in Hyderabad. She is studying in a good boarding school. This being her final year in class 10 before the board exams, she could not go on this Europe trip with her parents. But as luck would have it, because of this sudden lockdown, she was stuck at her hostel, since all flights, trains, and bus services were cancelled indefinitely.
Mr Rajaguru asked me if I could use my official contacts and arrange for some car to bring Reshmi and few of her friends from Hyderabad to Bhubaneswar. The girls were trying to organise a car, but due to the mad rush, nothing was available.
Our Company had branches in the major cities. I made some phone calls. Our Hyderabad Branch Admin head contacted the company's listed Car providers. I spoke to Reshmi over the phone and explained to her what I was trying to organise. A Mahindra Bolero was organised. I ensured that the car was in good condition with AC in proper working condition. Also the driver should be good and responsible, especially traveling with 5 to 6 young girls.
I suggested to Reshmi that they should have a day journey. So if they start early in the morning the next day, at 4 am from Hyderabad, then they can reach Bhubaneswar by 9 or 10 pm.
I told her to be in touch with me over the phone all throughout the journey. Also to send me names and local contact numbers of the parents of the girls who will be coming in the car. Also to carry adequate dry food, nothing very spicy, enough water and essential medicines. Most importantly, all should be wearing masks all throughout.
I contacted Mr Rajaguru at London and also all the parents of the girls who were coming with Reshmi and shared the arrangements details with them. They were all extremely thankful for my coordination of this road trip for the girls.
The cleaning lady lived very close by. I had contacted her and she was at least coming every alternate day and was doing the cleaning jobs. So that part was taken care of.
Mr Rajaguru called up to say that he and his wife were grateful to me that I am organising the safe homecoming of their daughter from Hyderabad. Also that he was relieved that I will be there in the house as a guardian of their 15 year old daughter. He was especially more concerned for the girl, since he had a late marriage and had a child at his 45 years of age.
I hadn't seen Reshmi in person before. When I came to live in their house as a tenant, three and a half months back, she was already in Hyderabad at her school hostel. While talking to her on the phone in the last 2 days, I saw her DP on her WhatsApp, it was just her face.
The car stopped in front of our house. I went downstairs. By that time, the driver had taken out her big trolley bag and kept it by our gate. Reshmi was bending inside the car's backseat and taking out her big handbag. She was wearing a loose fitting cotton white shirt 3 quarter sleeved and blue jeans. She didn't see me come down and stand at the gate. She turned and stood straight, and then I saw it. She was huge. Huge means just huge. If not 6 feet, maybe just a little less. And her weight, anything over 90 kgs.
She turned and then she saw me. She left her bag on the car seat and rushed to me. She hugged me and said, "Uncle, so glad to meet you !! You are our saviour. All the girls wanted to come and thank you."
Do you know my condition ? I could hear what she was saying, but I couldn't see her. In fact I couldn't see anything. My face was trapped between her big breasts, over her loose shirt. Her long big hands hugged my body tightly inside her. My 5'3" and 64 kgs frame was totally covered inside her huge almost 6 feet and around 95 kgs body. Then she realised that she had trapped me inside her. She released me from her hug, but held me at arms length, looking down at me from her impressive 6 feet height. "Oh Uncle, you are so sweet, so cute….", she was going to add more adjectives praising my smallness, but I cut her short.
"Reshmi, you go inside, I've kept your flat open. Freshen up. Let me pay off the driver and I'll join you shortly. Then we'll talk." I urged her to let go of me from her grip, and go inside. The driver was standing there looking at me, a 40 year old adult man vanishing inside the huge 15 year old girl's loving embrace.
It took some time calculating and making the bill. When I returned after paying the driver off, Reshmi was in the bathroom. I shouted from outside the door, "Reshmi, I am going up to my flat. You freshen up and come upstairs and we'll have dinner together. It's late already."
I went up to my flat and sent a message to Reshmi's father Mr Rajaguru in London informing him that his daughter is back home safely. He again went into an overdrive with his thankfulness towards me. Then I laid the plates on my small dining table. The home delivery service was good. There was an elaborate array of veg and non veg food.
Reshmi came in shortly thereafter. She had had a bath. Her wet hair, long upto her waist, a little curly, was full open on her wide back. She was wearing a half sleeved, white cotton frock sort of a dress, going up to her knees. In the bright room light I saw her features and her figure quite clearly. A rather roundish face, not dark, but can't call her fair complexioned too, with a very sweet smile lighting up the whole countenance. Her figure, I'll repeat ..was huge, especially because she was standing right in front of my 5'3" height and giving me a complex. She was wearing just a thin bedroom slipper, so her height was exactly what I was seeing. The top of my head barely crossed her shoulders, so you can imagine how tall she was. I'll ask her soon, but I estimated it as 5'11" minimum. Now her body structure. She hugged me when she came, so I know. She was not flabby, her body had solid mass. Her arms were thick but not at all muscular. Her wrists showed how thick her bones were. Her stomach surprisingly was rather flat, even though other parts of the body like chest, back, thighs were all quite full. They were solid, but definitely not muscular. Overall a very solid feminine amazon teen.
She came and looked around my room. "Quite a cozy little home you have converted this into, Uncle. When Papa, Mummy told me that there's a middle-aged Software Engineer who has taken our upper floor on rent, I imagined that he must be a boring, kharoos type of man.They didn't tell me that you are so cute." Reshmi came and stood in front of me. Before I realized what was happening, she stooped, slid one arm under my armpits and around my chest and her other arm, behind my knees, and then she swept me effortlessly up off my feet to hold me tightly against her, cradled securely in her powerful arms.
With the suddenness of her action, my arms went around her neck for support. She just threw back her head and laughed out loud, "Oh uncle ! You are so small and cuddly."
I was so surprised, I didn't know what to say. This 15 year old teenage girl was holding me, a full grown 40 year old middle-aged man in her arms cradled like a baby. She seemed to be not even feeling my weight. I stammered, "What are you doing Reshmi, put me down."
She said, "Why ? Are you feeling embarrassed that a teenage girl has lifted you up like a baby ? See uncle, it's not the question of my age or my gender, it's my size. I'm almost double of you. So what if you are a middle-aged man and I'm just a 15 year old girl, I'm much much stronger than you. I'm 5'11" tall and 95 kgs in weight. And you are such a little man. So, don't be embarrassed in my arms. I'm taller and bigger than most men I meet. But you know, why have I lifted you up in my arms ? Because you are my hero. We were all so lost in our hopes over there not knowing how long we would have to be stuck out there. We tried so much but no car agencies were willing to take the risk in this uncertain lockdown period. All my friends' parents have been calling me up throughout our journey today and praising how much effort you were putting in so that we return comfortably and safely. And you had also contacted them on your own and were keeping them updated of our journey status. And that too when you don't even know them. For that matter, you hadn't even seen me earlier. I was feeling so proud of you, because I knew that you were doing all this only for me." She squeezed me softly in her thick arms and hugged me to her big firm breasts.
I had got back my wits by now, lying in her arms like a small baby high up on her breasts level. I said, "Okay, okay. Enough of praising me. Now put me down and sit for dinner."
But Reshmi was still in a playful mood. She did sit down on one of the chairs, but did not put me down. She moved my body so easily in her arms, that when she sat, she had me sitting on her lap facing the table. "Come uncle, let us eat together."
She caught hold of me under my arms from the back and slightly lifted me off from her lap and placed me sideways on her left thigh. She crossed my legs over her right thigh, so that I was sitting sideways on her lap. My legs were hanging about a foot above the ground, sitting on her fat thighs. She had her left hand holding me around my back. Her right hand was free.
I had earlier laid down two plates for the two of us. She started taking the food on one plate only. I said, "What do you intend to do Reshmi?"
Reshmi laughed, "You haven't understood yet, uncle? I'm going to feed you and have my dinner too, at the same time. I'm playing with you. I love to play with dolls. You are my human doll."
I said, "Reshmi, you are just a 15 year old teenage girl holding me, a 40 years old fully grown up middle-aged man cradled in your lap and are going to feed me like you are my mother. This is not right."
Reshmi immediately put me down. She pulled her plate and started eating with a grumpy face. I went and sat at the table opposite her and started eating from my plate. She was not looking at me, just bending her head down and eating.
It was so funny. This big tall almost six footer girl, behaving like a 10 year old girl. I laughed out loud. She looked at me and then again bent her head down, still grumpy.
I asked her, "Reshmi, is the food ok ? Your father had suggested this Home delivery service. They are just two houses away. Actually, I don't know how to cook."
She didn't respond, kept on eating with her head down. I tried again, "Reshmi, you are not talking to me. Are you angry at me ?"
This time she nodded her head. I laughed again. "Ok, let's finish our dinner. Then we'll play the way you want."
Reshmi looked up, a wide grin on her face. "Then come uncle, sit on my lap. I'll feed you like you are my baby and I'm your Mummy."
I didn't know what to do. This girl seemed to have only grown in height and size, but she's still a kid. I didn't want to upset her on her first day back home. Especially when her parents are away. I sincerely want to make friends with her. But how can I, a 40 year old middle-aged man, go and sit on the lap of a 15 year old school girl on my own?
Obviously I was hesitating. Reshmi got up from her chair, went to the wash basin. I thought that she was upset because I did not listen to her, when she asked me to go and sit on her lap. I kept looking at what she was doing. She washed her hands. Then came straight to my chair. She bent down, put two arms under my armpits and bodily lifted me out of the chair. She put me on her hip with her left hand going around me and finishing under my bottom. She was having a large smile. She said, "Uncle, put your arms around my neck and wrap your legs around my waist. You will feel comfortable and it will be easy for me to walk." She jerked me up a little to adjust me properly on her hips.
She took some food from the plate, standing beside the table, and put it inside her own mouth. Then she took some more and held it in front of my mouth. I had no option but to open my mouth and take it in. She smiled at me and said, "Good boy", and started to walk around the room.
Reshmi was looking down at me lovingly, as I was sitting on her hips and holding her around her neck. My legs were wrapped around her stomach and waist. She was talking to me in a baby voice, "My Baby…tchh tchh tchh…like the food ? Good boy…my little baby…".
She was intermittently going to the table, putting some food in my mouth, then taking a big mouthful for herself. Again she was taking a round of the room. When she was standing anywhere, she was rocking me from side to side. She was looking down sweetly and lovingly at my face. Wiping my lips with the napkin. It was as if she was in a different world of her own. There was no point protesting, because for her I was her baby and she was my mother.
I was beyond any feelings. A 15 year old school girl in a frock was carrying me, a 40 year old grown up adult man, on her hip, and feeding me like a baby.
At last our dinner was over. She carried me to the wash basin and washed my face, still sitting on her hip. Then she carried me back to the dining table and sat me on a chair. "Now, you sit here, my Baby. Let Mummy clear up the table."
Then I spoke, "Ok, now Reshmi, let's take a break from our game. Let me become Uncle once again. You go and take some rest, you had a long journey throughout the day, today. I'll clear up the table."
Reshmi seemed to be very happy. She again picked me up in her arms, this time from the front. She had both her hands under my thighs and pulled me tightly to her body. I had to put my legs around her waist. Since she was holding me so tight and so high up her body, I had to put my arms around her neck, because that was the only resting place for my arms. She said, "You know Uncle, you are the best thing that has happened in my life. I had always wanted a playmate like you, who will play with me the way I want. None of the friends in my school wanted to play with me. They said I am too tall and too fat. So Mummy, Papa sent me to the boarding school, so that I'll get many friends. There also nobody wanted to play my way. You are the only one who did not protest, when I made you my baby. You are very good." She had me up in her arms and was rocking me.
I said, "Ok Reshmi, now please put me down. Let me finish my work. Then we'll chat."
She put me down very obediently. Then she helped me clear up the table and put the plates in the sink, for the maid to come and wash them tomorrow. While working, she was continuously talking to me about her school, her hostel and her friends. Except for her enormous size, she was every inch a bubbly school girl. I think I was also making the same mistake, most people must be making. Judging her by her height and size and expecting her to behave like a mature woman.
Once our work was over I said, "Now Reshmi, you have had a long, tiring day. It's already 11 pm. I think you should go to bed. Tomorrow morning again we'll talk."
She said, "Ok Uncle, where will we sleep ? In your bedroom or mine ?"
I laughed, "You sleep in your bedroom, I'll sleep here in mine."
She protested, "How can I sleep all alone in our flat ? I'll feel scared. I can't sleep alone. You have to sleep with me."
I said, "No Reshmi, I can't. You are a big girl now. Nothing will happen, you go to your flat. Don't worry, I'll be upstairs, you can always talk to me over the phone."
Reshmi said, "Uncle, I understand why you are saying no. I'm not a child anymore. You are thinking my parents will not approve if I sleep with you. Wait, I'll call them up."
Before I could stop her, she had picked her phone from the table and dialled her father's number. First she heaped praises on me that uncle is taking good care of her and chatting with her and also playing with her. Good that she didn't elaborate that she had made me her baby and fed me dinner carrying me on her hip all along. Then she complained that uncle is asking her to go and sleep in her own bed and uncle will sleep upstairs in his flat. I could understand from the conversation exchanges that both her parents were trying to explain to her. Then she came and handed over the phone to me, saying, "Papa, Mummy wants to talk to you, Uncle."
I took the phone. Both her parents were on the line, together. Her father said, "I think our daughter is bothering you a lot. Actually she is otherwise quite mature. But with people with whom she is very close, she becomes a child. She has actually liked you very much. She is already saying that you are her best friend ever. We know it is asking for too much, but actually she cannot sleep alone. When at home, she sleeps with her mother. She is insisting on sleeping with you. We tried to explain to her, but she doesn't want to understand. She is a very sensitive child and if her mood gets off, it becomes very difficult to handle her. So we would request you if you can sleep with her, wherever it suits you."
I said, "Sir, you are putting me in a spot. She is a child at heart, I know. But if she talks in front of the maid or with her friends on the phone about this, my reputation will be shattered. You understand what I mean."
This time, Reshmi's mother, Mrs Rajaguru spoke up. "Sir, we will talk to her and explain to her the implications. She will not talk to anybody on this. But since we are not there with her now, I would request you to please tolerate her tantrums on our behalf. We are already grateful to you for all you have done to bring back the child home. We will remain ever grateful to you for your putting up with our daughter's childish behaviour."
What could I say? I had no answer.
Reshmi was looking intently at my face while I was talking to her parents. She could not hear, but could make out that things were working out as per what she wanted. I gave the phone back to her. I could understand that her parents spoke to her to keep all this a secret from her friends or anybody else. In the meantime, I completed my work and changed into my night dress, a loose fitting shirt and a pair or shorts.
She came to my room and said very respectfully, "Uncle, will it be a problem for you if you sleep in my room ?" I noticed the change in her tone after speaking to her parents.
I said, "Whichever will be comfortable for you."
Her smile was beaming. "Then let's go to my room. You don't need to take any pillows. I have enough extra."
She came to me, put her left arm under my thighs and wrapped her long and thick arm around both my thighs together and stood up. I went up on her body, sitting only on her left forearm. The 15 year old schoolgirl lifted me with one hand, a forty year old man, as if I was a 4-5 year old boy, being carried by his mother on her way to school. My hands automatically went around her neck for support. She started walking. On her way out, she kept on switching off the lights and fans of the rooms, and closing the doors behind her. While riding on the teenager's arms as she carried me down the stairs, I felt that she was now behaving quite like a mature young woman and not a child.
I was feeling so helpless, a 40 year old grown up adult man being carried away from his own flat by a tall 15 year old school girl in a frock, effortlessly holding him up in just one hand. I felt as if she was kidnapping me and taking me as a captive to her own flat.
