Hello My Dear Readers...
This is the first story from me having the Lock-Down and Quarantine Period as a part of the premise. I do have a few more planned, and will be publishing them in the coming weeks.
The following is the foremost among the many letters a 25 year old Indian son sends to his mother, during his Isolation Period. He was quarantined in the special ward of a private hospital in Delhi.
The letters that only had a very small chance of reaching his mother, were ones that should have never been written, never been sent, never been received and never been read...
Happy Reading!!
Dear Mom...
I hope you are doing good...
I don't know what will happen to me...
I don't know if I will ever be allowed to leave the hospital. It has been days since I have been here, and nobody seems to know when I can get out of here.
I don't know if you will ever get this letter, Mom. But, there is a confession I want to make. I want to tell you something I did not tell you all this while.
I don't know why. But, I think this is the right time!!
4 years ago, on the night before Parvathi's wedding... It wasn't Tarun who groped you, and tried to physically own you... It was me, Mom... It was your very own son who tried to shamelessly fulfill his sinful desire.
I am sorry, Mom... Please forgive me...
I just could not hold myself back... I had been craving for you since the day I saw you naked in the shower... I could never forget that sight of yours...
The lust I had for you grew with me, and, that night, when I heard you tell Dad you were going to have a quick bath, I could not resist sneaking inside your room.
I only wanted to see you wet & naked, as you came out of the shower.
But, when I saw you come out of the bathroom, wearing your red colored deep-neck blouse & perfectly shaped grey petticoat, I could only let myself be taken over by my evil desires.
I did not get to see you in your bare form. But, that did not disappoint me. It only fueled the need to see you in a more vulnerable state. And, even before your tight cleavage & irresistible curves caught my attention, I had already decided I should dominate you.
I knew it was the same blouse you wore the day I saw you in the nude, two years ago... The same piece of fabric you used to desperately, and unsuccessfully, cover your modesty, when you stood in shock, as I opened the door to the bathroom.
You told me it was okay... You told me you believe it was a mistake... You told me I should just convince myself it never happened...
You were right, Mom... I really had no idea you were inside... And, I knew it was accidental... It was a genuine mistake...
And, I also knew you were not angry at me... I only had to make sure I am never reminded about the event... It was all okay...
I soon left the room... You got dressed and came down... We went for the get-together at Madhuri Aunty's house... You were happy to meet your friends... You looked calm & relaxed... It was all okay...
But after it happened, I just could not stop thinking about your uncovered body... I tried, but I never could...
We always managed to not let anybody know about the incident... We always managed to not have any kind of uneasy situation...
But, I just could never forget that day, Mom... I always carried the memory with me... In-fact, I always cherished the moment...
And, that eventful night, when I saw you in the very same blouse, I felt I had to see you without it, too, one more time...
I just could not stop myself from wanting to take it off your body... And, I also could not stop myself from wanting more than what I had come for...
I lost all the control I had over my mind. All I knew was that I had to have you right there, if I did not want to lose my sanity.
I never was in a position to think about the consequences. I let my wicked yearnings use my body.
I am very sorry, Mom... I regret it... But, apologize is all what I can do now.
I always wanted to tell this to you. But, I never had the guts to.