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Hema was in her early forties, and I can honestly say that until then I had not thought of her in a sexual way. I would bike there, and she would pick me up in her car.I'd lie on the floor and she'd drive me into her garage.After we had sex for the first time, I was so happy that for days I couldn't stop running around the house.I would start at a walk and then find myself speeding up and trotting from room to room. I was glad to have this power over Hema, and yet I also loved her.When I was 10 and my brother 14, he dived into a swimming pool, struck his head on the pool's bottom, and remained underwater for three minutes.When he was pulled out, he could no longer walk or talk. His corneas had been destroyed because of oxygen deprivation.Often, my mother, desperate to find a fix for my brother, invited miracle workers to visit Anup.Some of them made grand claims: One said God had visited him in a dream and told him how to awaken Anup.
The knowledge that I was f--king this man's wife allowed me to take the vengeance that I could not take on my poor brother.
The combination of sex and secrecy was incredibly potent. If I did not see her for a day or two, I became heartsick.
Standing before the library doors in winter, the wind whipping me, I would have an erection and a dry mouth. When she went away on vacation for two weeks, I began to droop so obviously that a relative of mine asked, "Majnu, have you lost your Laila?
After we brought Anup home, our house began to attract all sorts of strange people.
Among Indians, the act of sacrificing for others is often viewed as holy, sacred.