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I am an Indian (Bengali) housewife, aged 42 now. I
wish to narrate a true incident in my life, which happened nearly four years ago. I had all along a
very active and satisfying sex life with my husband, but around five years back, a lingering back
pain of mine spoilt my sex life completely. Whenever we attempted, my pain used to be unbearable
and finally we had to stop that. Although my husband all along tried his best for my treatment and
never expressed his sexual frustrations before me, I could guess that he used to feel miserable. So
was I. I consulted a number of doctors. Most of them said that the pain was artharitic in nature
and there was no cure for this. At last, I consulted an ayurvedic doctor. He prescribed a herbal
medicine and advised me to have an oil massage in my back everyday. He said that I should better
get it done by someone who knows massaging fairly well. I liked his advice, but who would do that
for me ? We had a boyservant, called Bachchu, who used to work full-time in our house and help me
in cooking and other domestic works. He was quite young and if my guess goes right, he must be
around twenty then. Bachchu was quite dutiful, efficient and honest and because of these reasons,
we liked him. I asked Bachchu if he knew someone who could do the massage for me. Basically, I was
looking for a woman to do this job. Bachchu thought for a while and said he didn't know anyone. He
suggested that he himself would be able to do this job as he had worked in a massage parlour for a
brief duration. When I heard his suggestion, I simply blushed !! No, it's certainly not possible
for me to agree to this. Myself getting massaged by my servant - no, such a thing I could not
imagine. Still, I didn't say no to him immediately. I said I would ask his "babu"(my husband) and
then decide. When I told this to my husband, he said, "Nandita, you should have agreed
straightaway. If Bachchu himself knows massaging, I think that's going to be the best." I tried to
tell him how I blushed at this suggestion. He was annoyed, "Nandita, what is more important for you
? Your lajja (shame) or getting relief from the pain ?" I agreed that certainly the second one is
more important for me. My husband looked happy. He said that I should offer him Rs.50/- extra per
month for this job. Next morning, after my husband left for the office, I called Bachchu and told
him about my decision.
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He was happy that at last I have agreed to his suggestion. I told him about
the extra money. To this, he looked pretty embarassed. He said, "Masima, you may give me anything
else, but no money please. I'll love to do this service for you." After finishing his domestic
duties, Bachchu came to me. He asked if I was ready for the massage. I was getting ready to apply
hair oil on my hair myself, before he started the massage. Bachchu looked at me and then said "I
can do that better ! Give the bottle to me." He almost snatched it from my hand and told me to sit
on the floor. I was wearing a pink cotton saree with a matching blouse. I love to put on pink
dresses as that suits my fair complexion very well. Bachchu sat behind me and loosened my lovely
long, black hair and let it fall on the floor in a cascade. He started applying hair oil onto my
hair. The whole room got filled up with the sweet fragrance of the hair oil that I use. He praised
my long hair and caringly applied oil to my scalp and then put his fingers through the strands of
my hair. When he was massaging my scalp, I was trying to imagine how would he massage my back ? Do
I have to remove my blouse ? Oh, No ! I just shuddered to think that. Otherwise, how, I wondered,
would he massage my back ? I had a strange mixture of nervousness, shyness, uneasiness and what not
! My heart began to throb as he was about to complete the massage with hair oil. Bachchu applied
the massage oil on his both palms and applied them on my forehead. I wondered why he was massaging
me there, as I never had any pain in that region. Bachchu told me that massage is good for the body
and it shouldn't be restricted to the pain region alone. Actually, a good massage should always
start from the top - that's what his trainer had told him. He gently massaged my forehead and then
my cheeks and chin. He softly applied oil on the bridges of my nose and even cared to apply a bit
of oil to my nostril openings. I relaxed and enjoyed what he was doing. He massaged my lips as
well. After that his hands came close to my ears. He removed my ear rings. With a pair of Johnson
buds, he carefully cleaned the interior of my ear and applied oil in every part of my external ear.
My body was put to rest. It was so relaxing , so enjoyable. I wanted him to continue with my face
for some more time, but Bachchu surely had more things to do.
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