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RADHA


Reema felt the intense heat. The  room was closed from all sides, the windows were tight shut  and the whirring sound of the fan  made her  feel   giddy.  Moreover  the  afternoons  always spawned  perennial  gloom.  She  felt like a caged bird ,mentally and emotionally atrophied. 

 Her 24/7 maid Radha  was  a big diversion in the family.  She regaled  with the  tales of her village life. The hardships she had faced  were beyond the  imagination in  an urban life style. But here  it was very surprising to see how easily she took  to the ease and comforts of the city life. Her entire free time ,which she had in plenty, was spent in reel making. She very quickly learnt the art of  content creation and to record the stuff.  And sometimes she would  force  Reema  to join  her  in recording the video, which she avoided , but she no doubt marvelled at her maid's  smart moves. Radha belonged to a township   in Calcutta . She was married  and had two grown up sons who too were married.  she ' didn't reveal these details  when she joined,  but gradually they came to know about it.   She  somehow  looked  quite  young .Her  dusky complexion was flawless. Her shapely eyes with dark eyelashes  added to her charm. It was difficult to believe that she was a mother of two married sons.   She was quite talkative which  was taken  as her habit  initially,  but later Reema found  that it  was her ploy to charm the opposite sex. She had the tactics of a very manipulative mind. It was only a discerning eye which could detect the deviousness of her charms. She had lured many a  men in the course of her living. surprisingly she had  maintained  the rawness  of a supple body.  Reema too was taken in  by her charms .  She spread  a sort of carefree gaiety which dispelled the looming gloom  of an ageing  house.  Reema quite imperceptibly and vicariously   indulged her colourful exuberance.

.   Her  maid lived each moment of the passing hour to the fullest,  devoid of the burdens of tomorrow  and the guilt of yesterdays. 

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