There goes a story in the old Indian literature, which narrates about an ascetic, who performed a tapasya (meditation) to please the gods. The gods were apprehensive of the powers he would beget in case he succeeded in his motives, and sent a supernatural beauty, an apsara to disrupt his meditation. The rest is left to the imagination. Let the imagination run wild...............
Suddenly, the sound of ghungroos filled the air. The whole atmosphere was bathed in divine orange hue, and the whole place smelled with a heady flowery fragrance. The sound of ghungroos approached closer, chum...chum...chum.
Soon, the sound of ghungroos was accompanied by various other musical instruments, played by other divine beauties, who gathered around in a semi circle. These voluptuous, curvaceous beauties were dressed in pure white and gold, and the whole atmosphere was bathed in a sensual aura by the presence of these dazzling beauties.
One could hear the footsteps, adorned with ghungroos, following the beat, moving the lithe body in a tantalizing sensuous sway. The music and the ghungroos, made for a spell binding rhythm, and the invigorating fragrance, and the soft orange hues of light laced the atmosphere in a sensuous hue, with the lithe body of the dancer, swaying to the music, swirling and twirling, dancing as if under a spell.
The ascetic, unnerved with all this, continued with his meditation. He could sure inhale the fragrance, and perceive the presence of the dancer, swinging, swaying and moving around him in gentle sensuous movements, her supple, elastic frame moving in unison with the music.
The music turned faster, but despite this, was pleasing to ears. Fast beats, as if the music was struggling to keep pace with the movements of the apsara, and the apsara trying to stay a pace ahead of the music. Beads of perspiration glimmered all over her body, reminiscent of the burning desire within, to let her sexuality overwhelm everything that crossed her way and flood the atmosphere with her sensual heat, tinged with her feminine perfume and the floral scent that bathed the atmosphere. The dancer now moved in a closer circle to the ascetic, and filled his nostrils with her delectable perfume, a heady mix together with the flowery fragrance of the atmosphere. She would dance inches from the ascetic, making him feel her presence and her warmth.
The ascetic was a bit disturbed now. He was now visibly perturbed with the sense of someone moving so close to him, in front, at the back, at his side, he could feel the presence of warm soft flesh, he could feel the heat emanating from her form, and he could smell the feminine perfume fill his nostrils. He could feel her warmth and almost hear her heartbeats, beating fast in a sensuous rhythm, and feel her bosom heaving with oozing sensuality. She was dancing just inches from him, sometimes stooping so low that her lips were just inches from his, or her breasts were just about grazing his cheeks, or stood close to his with her mound of Venus right in front of his nose, filling his nostrils with her feminine perfume. She was growing bolder and bolder with each step; now her breasts would nearly graze his back, now she would turn around and let her hips press into his back. When she twirled, her clothes would send a gentle breeze across his body. She was now stooping in front of him, her breasts just inches from his face. He was quite perturbed by now and opened his eyes in a trance.
Before him stood the divine charms, a dazzling angelic beauty one could only imagine in one's dream, and could hardly imagine seeing in his lifetime.
He watched in awe the divine beauty, standing before him adorned in gold and white. Her blonde hairs were braided with sweet smelling jasmine, soft flowing tresses flowing down to her hips. Her face was reminiscent of an innocent child, perfect oval with big ocean blue eyes, lined with kohl and the traditional eye make up, a small delectable nose, high cheek bones, and fuller lips a shade of red roses, soft and delicate like the flower itself. She had a long slender neck, with raised collarbones below which started the expanse of her pert breasts, which stood proud, veiled in the translucent chiffon cloth that restrained them. Under this veil, the pink nipples, crushed against the gold ornaments, nevertheless were sufficiently on display in all their glory through the translucent fabric. The elaborate design of the ornament, adorning those precious rubies, displayed them teasingly rather then concealing them, unwittingly drawing attention to these juicy feasts. The half globes of soft succulent flesh struggled unsuccessfully to free themselves from the gold ornament that held them together. Her ribs tapered down to a narrow waist to flare up again in lush beautiful hips, covered with gold ornaments and white satin embroidered with gold border. Her thighs, whose shape was evident from the fabric, that caressed them, tapered down to long, shapely legs, with golden ghungroos, tied around the ankles. The numerous round of saree was draped sufficiently so as not to reveal a thing, but at the same time, giving the hint of the promising treasure concealed underneath.
The music was now down to a slow sensual beat, and she, oblivious to the music stood just inches from him, looking intently into his eyes, trying to read his thoughts. Her bosom heaved and her breasts, with little pearls of sweat adorning them, rose and fell in a rhythmic beat, trying to follow the beats of the music.
Something stirred between his legs, and he forgot his purpose, the reason why he was here, mesmerized, with their gaze locked, he lifted his hands to draw her close, but only succeeded in getting hold of the delicate chiffon material, that covered her upper body, when suddenly, as if awoken from a deep slumber, she twirled away from him. The fabric, with a gentle caress of her breasts gathered in the hands of the ascetic.
