Retro Rickshaw

Kaamwali

During my adolescent years there was a middle-aged maid who used to work at my home. The way I was sexually attracted towards her is indescribable_I had never felt anything like it. She had a ripe, full body, strong arms from every day's hard work, breasts lifted and proud, a long neck, and a slender waist. In the mornings, when I had a holiday from school, and got to sleep a little longer, she used to come into my room to sweep the floor, unaware that I am not sleeping, but putting up an act. And then I used to wait for her to sweep underneath my bed, just to look at her mature body and her cleavage. She was far away from beautiful, but yet there was something deeply interesting about her (other than her body). The story of her life was etched in her wrinkles, and her eyes magnified it. I never got to know her story, or herself as a matter of fact. But she had already left an impression on me, and then she left herself, and I have never seen her since. This sketch is not hers, but she has inspired me to make it.