Flavors of Love

Love…
One word,
Many flavors.

It’s not always romantic,
Unless it’s between,
Me and my husband.

The sisterly love,
Towards my sisters,
And my brothers.

Or the form that is,
Between me and my,
Mom and dad.

And the love,
For my precious,
Son and Daughter.

There is also,
The love among,
Me and my friends.

As a wife,
A sister,
A daughter.

A mother,
A friend and,
Much more.

For my loved ones,
The same love,
In different forms.

–      From the point of view of a married woman

 

 

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Gift of Motherhood

A wife,
A bride,
A newly married woman.

Seated on a bed,
In the middle of a,
Large decorated room.

With all electric lights off,
And dozens of candles lit,
The window open.

A gentle breeze flows in,
Holding hands with,
The light of the moon.

The lady is expecting,
The arrival of her lord,
Of her husband.

Who is about to give her,
The greatest gift,
The gift of motherhood.

A NEW LIFE – 02

The Lady serves Her Lord.
In the form of a male.

The Lady does everything,
There was no questioning.

They looked into each other,
After many ages.

The lord calls His Lady,
After such a long time.

She now tries to remember,
All that happen before.

– The Lord reminds the past to The Lady

“From now on this is my room” she said and sat on the bed.

“And this is my bed” she said and laid down on it.

After few minutes, she told “sleep on the floor till we get married.”

“Did she just propose to me” I kept thinking about it for some time and then fell asleep.

That night I slept on the floor and she on the bed. I could have opposed and slept on the bed. But a voice in my head kept telling me that I should keep her happy.

The next day. I felt something on my chest and woke up, she was seated on the bed, the time was 5.30, I usually woke up at 6.30

I closed my eyes again. She hit my chest again, slowly with her foot.

“Girls in this part of the world are supposed to wake up before sunrise” she said with a smile.

I got up.

“Take a bath, go to the kitchen and bring me a tumbler of warm milk.”

I did as she said, there was no reason to oppose as I found joy in serving her. I went and came back with milk and a piece of sweet. 

By the time I returned, she had taken a bath and changed into another dress and was seated on the bed.

I walked towards her. I held the tray with both of my hands. One on each side. I extended the tray when I reached her. She grabbed my right hand at the wrist and made me sit by her side.

She took two sips of the milk and gave me the tumbler. I was confused but took the tumbler from her hand. Now I was holding the tray with my left hand only. She placed her right hand fingers under my wrist and pushed my hand up until the tumbler reached my lips.

“Drink it” she said softly.
All sorts of thoughts ran in my mind. “Have I made any mistake? Have I forgot to add sugar? I took a sip. It was fine, at least for me it was fine. She gestured with her face asking me to take another sip. I did as said. Then she grabbed the tumbler from my hand and took two more sips and returned the tumbler to me. Now I know what to do. Together we finished the milk by taking turns.

She took the sweet, bit it in half and ate it, she placed the other half on her tongue and gestured me to take it with my mouth.

I took it, and ate it. Then she got up and made me stand as well. She came close to me and held me by the waist, it was just a touch for her, for me it was like an electric shock. And she said “My girl” with her usual smile. Her words mesmerized me. I was in a hypnotic state looking into her eyes. Suddenly I felt as if I am a girl, I didn’t know how it feels to be a girl, how could I know, but that is the only way I could explain my mental state at that moment.

In a few more minutes I forgot my gender as well as hers and felt like getting dissolved into her. From the look of her eyes, I knew she too felt the same. Both of us were getting dissolved into each other.

Suddenly the tray slip from my hand and fell on the floor. The noice brought us back to the senses. I was now aware of our posture. I got excited and touched her waist.

“Do you remember my lady” she asked. “My lady?” It felt as if I had herd that term before, but where? Who could have called me My Lady? 

To be continued

A NEW LIFE – 01

The Lady is now,
A boy down here.

The Lord comes down,
As her girl.

The lady is mother,
Of the boy.

The Lord is mother,
Of the girl.

The girl is husband,
The boy her wife.

The Lord and The Lady are in opposite gender. The Lord simply manifest as a girl and remembers all, The Lady is born as a boy and forgets all, The Lord visits The Lady and reminds her all.

Told in the perspective of The Lady born as a male.

I am Vineeth of age 21, living with my mother, my father works in a different city and comes home only once a month. My mother decided to take a new maid. After two days the new maid was appointed, she was five years older than my mother. But very beautiful and strong.

I felt like seeing her, at night I went to the room that we had given her. I peeped in, she saw me and asked me to come in. I went near her.

“Serve me” she said.
I didn’t know what to do, I sat by her feet and started massaging her legs. She kept her hand on my head and said. “Get ready to be a wife soon”

I turned my head up and looked at her confused.
“Can you be a husband?” she asked.
I looked down and said “No”, I knew I am not a strong man, but I never thought of being a wife.

In a week she and my mother became very close, my mother started treating her as her own elder sister.

The maid came to me and said, “Be ready to meet your husband in two days.” It was ten days after our first meeting in her room.
I was confused, scared and excited.

Two days later my mother came to me and gave a skirt, it was silk with a three inch metal border along the bottom. It went five inches below my knee, and a blouse, short sleeve and that covered my whole upper body. She said “This will suit you better”
I also liked them, don’t ask me why as I don’t know why but I liked them, so I wore them.

An hour later I heard the door bell ring, I went and opened the door forgetting what I was wearing. It was a girl, she looked younger than me, she was extremely feminine and extremely masculine. She was feminine in the way she has draped the saree and the way she had done her make up and hair. She was masculine in the build of her body and the way she looked at me. I remembered what I was wearing, I ran into my room.

I stayed close to my door and listened to the talk between the girl and my mother and the maid. I learned that she was the maid’s daughter. After some time everything became silent.

A few minutes later I heard foot steps near my room, I walked back from the door. The door opened, It was her. She came in, I kept walking back till I reached the wall, she came till she was one foot from me.

“Girl” she said.
It was the first word she spoke with me. It meant a lot, She made me know who I am and where I belong and the way she pronounced carried a lot of dominance and at the same time a lot of love and romance.

“You are my MY GIRL” she said, this time with a smile.

To be continued

A NEW LIFE

This story is about the lady being born as a mother and son, and the lord coming to them as maid (mother) and daughter.

The lord as (maid) mother and daughter helps the lady as son in discovering his true feminine identity.

This story is about love, romance, and self discovery.

It is written from the perspective of Vineeth, the lady as son and takes places in an Indian context but not in India.

Please check it out if you can, hope you all like it.

Thank You.