Friend’s grieving mother

It was a Sunday early morning, hearing loud noises from the Hostel corridor, I came out of my room and learnt to my shock and surprise our classmate Mohan was found dead in his room, obviously committed suicide. An empty arsenic bottle and a suicide note found besides the bed.

He hails from a wealthy rich landlord family, the only son of his parents and doing well in studies. He married six months earlier Madhusmita. No one could imagine plausible reasons for his suicide. The Warden informed the Police and the body was sent for Postmortem.

His parents arrived the following morning from their native place. All of us were in the Hostel Common room when Mohan’s parents arrived. The moment, they got down I went near Mohan’s mother Padmavathy and took her hands into mine. She instantly leaned on to me as I put my hands on her shoulders. Mohan’s father accompanied by the Warden and some of our friends went to the hospital to complete the formalities and take his son’s body to their native village.

I being Mohan’s close friend, I stayed back to take care of grieving mother Padmavathy. I took her to the Guest room situated on top floor. She was obviously exhausted and tired. I requested her to take bath and she went to the bathroom. I went out and brought breakfast and coffee in a thermos for both of us from hostel Mess.
She was looking refreshed after having bath and changed into a fresh thin georgette sari.
I said, ‘Amma, you must be starving since yesterday, have some breakfast’
She said, ‘No Shiva, I am not hungry. Please go ahead and have your breakfast’
I said, ‘Let us have some coffee at least.’ On my insistence, she sipped a cup of coffee.
I told her if she wanted to take some rest, I would leave her alone.
She said pleadingly taking my hand, ‘don’t leave me please. I want you to be with me’
‘I will not leave you Amma, I will be with you.’ I said and sat on the sofa.

She was standing in front of full-length mirror. Sitting on the sofa, I could see both her back and front, her huge voluminous bouncing breasts hung heavily from her chest moving as she lifted both her hands to remove hairpins from hair bun. She raised her hands, inserted fingers into hair bun, removed hair pins, lifted up and flaunted her hair to loosen further. Her long thick luxurious lustrous wavy oily smooth silky soft shining hair cascaded down reaching mid thighs. She combed her hair slowly and carefully to disentangle her hair. She combed hair backwards from forehead, parted her hair perfectly and neatly in the middle and put two equal parts onto the front over both the shoulders. She combed uniformly thick voluminous long thick hair until the perfectly trimmed ends. It was a time a consuming task and took long time to disentangle and comb her thick voluminous hair. I was captivated and fascinated watching her comb oily long uniformly thick jet-black luxurious lustrous voluminous smooth shining silky wavy hair. I wanted to comb her long hair but restrained to volunteer for the fear of being rebuked. She tossed her hair back and combed downwards. Her hair spread wide covering her entire back reaching mid thighs.

It was a visual feast to me watching her back and her front image in the mirror watching the fluid moments of her huge heavy firm hung bouncing breasts, curvaceous lean taut hourglass body and the fluid movements of her beautiful hands while she was combing her hair. She arranged her hair with deft hands covering her ears and left loose till the hem of the wide deep very low cut blouse and skillfully arranged by making loops with hands into a neat loose big beautiful bun without hair pins resting on her back.