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Jaane kahaan mera, Jaya gayee jee..(I wonder, where my Jaya went..)?
I have received large numbers of PMs enquiring about whereabouts of Jaya, the girl shown in my last post. I am unable to share her whereabouts and write to you individually. Not because I don’t want to, but because even I don’t know where she is now. It is a long story, but here it goes.
I met Jaya on a train journey while coming from Calcutta to Bombay. She is from Assam and was studying in Mumbai. It was a long journey and she was on a berth just below mine. In the morning, I woke up early and came down to sit—there was enough space next to her feet. She was asleep. I put on my Bose noise-canceling headphones and started to listen to iPod to burry the noise. Did not realize when I dozed off. I was woken up by Jaya, who seemed to be upset that a man sat next to her without her permission. I apologized and offered to go and sit somewhere else, if that will make her feel better. She said no and soon after a little chit-chat, she again fell asleep. I sat there listening to music and she twisted and turned, kicking me several times in the process. Ultimately, one of her legs ended up in my lap. I sat there admiring her beautiful skin and closed my eyes.
When she finally woke up, she was very embarrassed and apologetic. I told her not to worry about it and that if she really felt that bad, we can get even by me going to sleep with my legs in her lap. We laughed about it. For the rest of the trip we talked, listened to music together, found out that we both loved classical singers like Bhupen Hazarika and Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan.
I was in Mumbai for several weeks and our friendship grew. We went for dinner, walk on the beach, movies. One thing led to another and we became intimate. I loved photography and for a change, I did not have to convince her too much to pose for me. She posed, but was not passionate about it. As if it did not matter to her, one way or another Sometimes, she just laid there while I took snaps—dispassionate, almost withdrawn, sadness in her eyes.
Later I learned that her Assamese sweetheart, for whom Jaya had declined an arranged marriage, cheated on her. Her parents were upset and blamed her liberal Bombay education for her missteps. They wanted her not to return to Bombay. But she was determined to finish her college and hoped to find a job in Bombay that will allow her to continue with her studies. I happily agreed to pay for her tuition and living expenses, which were not much for what she had given me—friendship, companionship, herself.
I visited Bombay and Pune two to three times a year. Jaya and me got together as if the spark between us had never diminished. She craved for emotional support and financial security; I adored her for her amazing body and her passionate embrace. We never discussed money or our long-term prospects. She did finish her college and then went back to Assam with the hope that her parents will be happy with her success. She told me she will be back to Bombay to join a full-time job.
Within weeks of her return to Assam, her cell phone stopped working. She never returned to Bombay (at least I could not find her). I really wonder what happened to her. Did she get married? Did she lose her cell phone and all the contacts with it, just like I have done it many times? Or she returned to Bombay and did not want to see me any more? I will never know. Is it better to have found and lost her, than to have never found her in the first place? Definitely. I have beautiful memories of her. And when memory fades—I look at her beautiful body captured in my photographs.
Why are you telling this here?
[QUOTE=Pinga 98]I have received large numbers of PMs enquiring about whereabouts of Jaya, the girl shown in my last post. I am unable to share her whereabouts and write to you individually. Not because I don’t want to, but because even I don’t know where she is now. It is a long story, but here it goes.
I met Jaya on a train journey while coming from Calcutta to Bombay. She is from Assam and was studying in Mumbai. It was a long journey and she was on a berth just below mine. In the morning, I woke up early and came down to sit—there was enough space next to her feet. She was asleep. I put on my Bose noise-canceling headphones and started to listen to iPod to burry the noise. Did not realize when I dozed off. I was woken up by Jaya, who seemed to be upset that a man sat next to her without her permission. I apologized and offered to go and sit somewhere else, if that will make her feel better. She said no and soon after a little chit-chat, she again fell asleep. I sat there listening to music and she twisted and turned, kicking me several times in the process. Ultimately, one of her legs ended up in my lap. I sat there admiring her beautiful skin and closed my eyes.
When she finally woke up, she was very embarrassed and apologetic. I told her not to worry about it and that if she really felt that bad, we can get even by me going to sleep with my legs in her lap. We laughed about it. For the rest of the trip we talked, listened to music together, found out that we both loved classical singers like Bhupen Hazarika and Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan.
I was in Mumbai for several weeks and our friendship grew. We went for dinner, walk on the beach, movies. One thing led to another and we became intimate. I loved photography and for a change, I did not have to convince her too much to pose for me. She posed, but was not passionate about it. As if it did not matter to her, one way or another Sometimes, she just laid there while I took snaps—dispassionate, almost withdrawn, sadness in her eyes.
Later I learned that her Assamese sweetheart, for whom Jaya had declined an arranged marriage, cheated on her. Her parents were upset and blamed her liberal Bombay education for her missteps. They wanted her not to return to Bombay. But she was determined to finish her college and hoped to find a job in Bombay that will allow her to continue with her studies. I happily agreed to pay for her tuition and living expenses, which were not much for what she had given me—friendship, companionship, herself.
I visited Bombay and Pune two to three times a year. Jaya and me got together as if the spark between us had never diminished. She craved for emotional support and financial security; I adored her for her amazing body and her passionate embrace. We never discussed money or our long-term prospects. She did finish her college and then went back to Assam with the hope that her parents will be happy with her success. She told me she will be back to Bombay to join a full-time job.
Within weeks of her return to Assam, her cell phone stopped working. She never returned to Bombay (at least I could not find her). I really wonder what happened to her. Did she get married? Did she lose her cell phone and all the contacts with it, just like I have done it many times? Or she returned to Bombay and did not want to see me any more? I will never know. Is it better to have found and lost her, than to have never found her in the first place? Definitely. I have beautiful memories of her. And when memory fades—I look at her beautiful body captured in my photographs.[/QUOTE]Why are you telling this here?
1) She is not a prostitute.
2) She was your friend or she thought she was your friend
3) She is not available to anyone.
4) Everybody here has some girlfriend / wife / friend who are sleeping with them, so yours is no great case.
5) Do you intend to defame this girl?
6) Do you have a consent from her before posting her pictures in public forum?
7) Do you ever think she used you to get money while she was here and once back ditched you?
A lot of questions here are unanswered. Should we post pictures of our ex-girl friends / friends once they leave us to show to all public of great catch you had got?
I think all this is wrong. I won't support such actions.