It was 5 AM and I was standing on the balcony of my house, busy looking at the direction of a woman who had caught my attention. A dark-skinned, strongly built woman wearing a faded saree and a blouse torn in some places, was holding a long stick broom. Sweat accumulated on her skin radiated in the morning sunlight as she continued doing her job, sweeping the streets. And for once she lifted her face and looked towards me, as our eyes met I felt my heart skip a beat. So attracted I was towards the street sweeper, Shobha.
I am Shreya and I am a B. A. final year student at a reputed girls' college. One day while walking back home from college I was passing by a tea garden. It was a shortcut to my home, but the place was generally deserted. Suddenly some monkeys came out of nowhere and were shouting and jumping in the trees nearby. I was really scared of monkeys and as a result froze at my position. And then a hand came upon my shoulder and a low, deep voice whispered in my ear, "Don't be afraid, let's just get away from here slowly."
I turned my face and saw Shobha, standing beside me. She was the street sweeper appointed by the local municipality to clean the streets of our locality. God I felt so relieved on seeing her that I immediately hugged her tightly, as if she was my saviour! She laughed and said, "Hey don't panic before them, they sense our vulnerability. Come on I will walk you home."
I suddenly realised that I had my hands clenched around the sweeper lady, with my fingers and palm actually touching her skin, and my head rested on her broad shoulders. An unusual odour of sweat mixed with some other stuff came from her body and filled my nostrils. But I didn't feel any sense of withdrawal, instead I felt like I would like to hug her even more tightly. The sweaty odour of her body was attracting me even more towards her. But not to embarrass myself I let go of the hug.
Shobha held my hand in hers and started to walk, with me following. She said, "I have seen you before, you are the daughter of Dr Sinha isn't it? He is a very fine doctor I must say. He treats poor people like us very generously."
I had by now overcome my state of daze and replied to her, "Yes, Dr Sinha is my father. My name is Shreya, what is yours?"
She said, "I am Shobha, I live in the basti behind your college."
I realized that she must be really poor as her clothes and appearance suggested, which must be the reason that she had to take the sweeping job. I wanted to carry on the conversation and so I said, "I have seen you earlier too."
Shobha smiled and said, "Yes, you must have seen me sweeping the streets in your colony, morning and evening. That is my profession you see. That is how I make ends meet."
I said, "Every work has it's dignity, Shobhaji. You are earning by your own labour. That is a remarkable thing."
Shobha smiled and said, "So nice of you to say so. But you shouldn't address me as Shobhaji, I am from a class which is quite below your status. Instead I should be addressing you as Shreyaji."
I said, "No, I don't agree with you Shobhaji, since you are older than me I should pay you respect. I am only 20 years old."
Shobha laughed and said, "Ok dear as you say. You are a very nice person I can see that. For a girl of the age of 20 you are very mature indeed. You know I am 37 years old. Here you are, we have reached your society, I guess you can easily go home from here? I have to go to the market to buy food. Ok tata."
Shobha let go of my hand and walked away, leaving me behind. I stood there for some time staring at her as she walked away. I really liked her, she was so sweet to walk me home. But I also felt myself getting physically attracted towards the sweeper woman, I kept staring at her back, torn places of her blouse showing glimpses of her dark skin, her butt was swaying as she walked. I lifted my hand that was held by her, and tried to smell it, as if I was trying to smell her scent on it.
God what has got into me? I never ever had an affair with any person whatsoever, and now I am getting attracted towards a woman, somebody who is so much older than me, a sweeper woman. It was quite a taboo in Indian society but I couldn't help it. I still didn't know whether it was some kind of infatuation or lust that was overpowering me, but I was getting attracted to her.
For the next few days I really wished I could meet her while walking back home from college, but there was no luck. I started to wake up early in the morning just to get a glimpse of her sweeping the streets. But as much as I saw her beautiful, black, sweaty, sunkissed body working in the streets, my attraction grew stronger. I wished I could be down there, holding her hands while she swept, me inhaling her body scent. But it was not possible for me in reality to go down there and spend some time with her, as at that moment she was working and also many of our society people were out there jogging or taking a morning walk.
I was getting frustrated that I couldn't find any time with her. Then one day I decided to try another way. I bunked my last two classes and decided to pay a visit to the basti behind our college. I was hoping I would find Shobha there. It was a slum type area with people residing there being mostly of the poorer section of the society, daily wage labourers, rickshaw pullers, sweepers etc. At that time most of them were out for their work and I could find a few women present in the basti. They were very surprised to see me, an upper class girl coming to their basti. One of the women asked me, "What do you want here, girl?"
I replied, "Does Shobha live here? She is a sweeper."
The woman said, "Yes, she does. That is her house."
She pointed towards a distant, small hut, made up of bamboo sticks. I asked again, "Is she home now?"
The woman replied, "Yes, she lives alone in the house. Since the door is open now, she must be home."
I thanked her and went towards Shobha's house. The floor of the house was made of mud. The roof was made of tin with straw serving as it's ceiling. As I entered I found her sitting on the floor cutting some vegetables. She was just wearing a blouse and a petticoat, and had a towel wrapped above her head. She was probably about to take a bath. As soon as she saw me she was startled and immediately stood up. She exclaimed, "Hey Shreya! What are you doing here?"
I said, "Actually I didn't see you for the past few days and so I came here to meet you."