Sangitta woke the next morning at 9am. She had spent the night wrapped in the arms of Indira and she had slept better than she had done in a long time. She jumped out of her bed on that Sunday morning and decided to put into place the packing that she would need to do that day to get ready for her move to the new flat tomorrow.
She went to the bathroom and turned the shower on and waited for it to warm up. She was feeling comfortable today with her life and her sexuality and things were good for her. She showered and got dressed and began to take down the suitcases that she had on top of her wardrobe and began to pack her clothes.
The hardest job that she had was to decide what to take with her and what to leave behind. She got rid of a lot of her old jeans and t-shirts and packed the skirts and the blouses that she had bought with Julie. She made sure that she packed some of the sari's that were her favourite. She would be coming back to the family home and she would respect her parents.
It took her all morning to pack her bags and when she was finished she sat on the bed and contemplated what was going to happen over the next couple of days. She had begun her sexual journey and now she was about to begin life outside the family home. She had only ever known life with her parents.
They had always gone away together whether it was to visit family or to go on holiday and Sangitta had never spent a night without them being nearby and now she was about to move into her own flat and she would have to spend long hours on her own. She took her journal and began to write in it.
She was busy writing away when her mother knocked on her door.
"Come in." Said Sangitta.
Her mother entered her room and looked around. She went to some of the black bags and rifled through them and was pleased to see that Sangitta had packed most of her sari's and had only discarded those that had lain buried at the bottom of her wardrobe and had not been worn in many a month.
She took her seat next to her daughter on the bed and asked her.
"Does writing the journal help?"
"It certainly does." Replied Sangitta.
"I get to put my thoughts down on paper. There is no logical way that I write. I just begin to write and let my pen cover the page and I soon find that before I know it I have often written two or three pages. I do not re-read what I have written because then I would begin to think about it and that is not the point."
Her mother sat and listened whilst her daughter spoke and she began to realise how much she was going to miss Sangitta. They had always been close but since Sangitta had told her about her sexuality she had felt a special affinity with Sangitta. They talked more as friends than they did as mother and daughter now.
Her mother stood and realised that she could not let her daughter go this easily and she would not be able to help herself and she would be a frequent visitor to Sangitta at her new flat. She felt her daughter needed her more than ever at this point in her life.
She turned to Sangitta and said.
"Are you hungry my daughter?"
"Yes I am mother." Replied Sangitta.
"Then come and have some dinner with me and your father. It will be our last one together in this stage of our lives."
"I will follow you down mother." Said Sangitta.
She put down her journal satisfied that she had written all that she had wanted to write for the day and followed her mother down the stairs. When she hit the kitchen the aroma of her mother's home cooking hit her and a tear came to her eye. She walked up to both her parents and gave them a cuddle and a kiss and said.
"I love you both and I would like to thank-you for all your support."
"Sit down here." Her mother said trying to choke back a tear.
Even her father struggled not to shed a tear. He may not have understood the choices that Sangitta was making but he would do all he could to support her. He just patted her on the thigh which indeed was affection from her father.
Together they sat and had their dinner and enjoyed a pleasant time together. When dinner was over Sangitta retired to her bedroom to complete her packing. It was the little knick knacks that she wanted to take with her that she wanted to pack this time. When she was finished her room looked barren and she realised that this would probably be the last day that she spent in this room.
She sat on the bed and cried. They were tears of sadness and of joy about the journey that she was about to commit herself to.
She needed to speak to someone who would make her feel good. She took out her phone and sent a text message.
"Dear Babs how are you today?"
"Who is this?" came back the reply.
"It is Sangitta my friend."
"Hello Sangitta I did not expect to hear from you so soon."
"I have been packing and I got a little upset and needed a friend to talk to." Sangitta replied.
"I am pleased that you see me as a friend but we have not met yet."
"Babs I just feel an affinity with you and wondered if we could chat and begin our journey of discovery."
"Are you alone at the moment?" Sangitta asked.
"Yes I am."
"Would you like to play with me?"
"I would love to play with you. It will be the start of my fantasy."
"What are you wearing?
"I have of course got my underwear on and a skirt and a blouse."
"Do you like nice lingerie Babs?"
"I love to wear nice lingerie but my husband does not appreciate me wearing it anymore. He says that I am too old to be wearing such things now."
"So how do you feel about that?"
"I feel frustrated because nice lingerie always makes me feel good."
