Trisha's Quest Ch. 4

Chapter 4: Rekindling the quest

Fifteen years later ...

A lot of water, tonnes of silt and perhaps a kilogram of gold dust had flowed down the Subarnarekha river since the night of the great transition ...when Trisha "died" and was "reborn" in Tara's womb. They had promptly named the child Trisha to maintain the continuity of her quest ...

The main stream of the Quest, however, disappeared from sight, as if swallowed up by some subterranean canyon. Perhaps, it was waiting for a favorable moment to burst forth at a new fountainhead. Partho and Aruna moved to Bhuj, Gujarat, in Western India. In the meantime, Tashi had trained as a computer programmer and started working at Jamshedpur, an hour's ride from Ghatsila -- where Trisha had begun her quest.

However, thanks to the Internet ... And its children .. email, voice-over-IP and video conferencing the five of them continued to keep touch. The new GPRS / 3G technology was rolling rapidly across rural India and even places like Ghatsila, with its primitive landline telephones, were now connected with near broadband digital links. Life was good!!

Then disaster struck. A major earthquake rippled across Western India and Bhuj bore the brunt of its fury. The entire state was cut off from the rest of the world. Tara and Tashi were frantic ... The newspapers reported that more than 50,000 people had perished under the rubble ... And they had no news about their dear ones. Finally, Tashi could not bear it any longer ... He took the next train to Ahmedabad, the capital of Gujarat ... While Tara and Trisha waited ... And wrung their hands ...

A week later, Tashi called with grim news. The apartment in which Partho and Aruna were staying had crumbled. Aruna had perished in the first shock and Partho was badly injured ... and struggling for life in a Navy Hospital ship berthed at Kandla ... the Bhuj hospital had vanished into rubble taking all patients and medical staff along with it. Tara clutched Trisha to her breast and gave a howl of despair ... Their quest would never be the same again ... She could still visualise that first day when she had met Trisha, Partho and Aruna .. now two of the original three were gone. She broke down in tears.

But India is eternal. With a living heritage that went back more than 5000 years, till the dawn of history as recorded in the Mahabharata, the Hindu nation took the blow on its chin -- as it had taken so many other blows, squared its shoulders and went back to business. The stock market faltered, the GDP took a hit but life went on ... People lived and loved again.

Trisha was growing up. The dark, sultry look that she had inherited from Tara, a child of the Bay of Bengal, had been stiffened by the Tashi's Tibetan features -- fair and rugged as the Himalayas where he was born. This esoteric confluence of genes had created a girl of uncommon beauty. Her waist length, jet-black hair framed a delicate Bengal face -- the colour of fresh honey. Her large, dark eyes, framed in deep lashes were set off against her high cheekbones that proclaimed her proud Mongolian stock. Tall and lithe compared to the average Bengali, her shapely legs seemed to stretch way, way down from her flared hips ... That wiggled delicately whenever she walked around. Growing up in the saal forests around Ghatsila she was a child of nature, simple and full of wonder at the wonderful world around her. Thanks to the Internet and Tashi's preoccupation with technology, she had taken to computers at a very early age and now as she was preparing for her secondary examinations, she was easily the best and brightest child in her school.

There had always been a hint of mystery about her birth. Tara had told her about the visit to Sikkim and how she had fallen in love with her father Tashi, even though he was far younger. This by itself was a bit of an oddity in rural Bengal .. and then there was Partho-uncle and Aruna-auntie to whom they were so close. And then there was Trisha -- after whom she had been named, and who had passed away just before her birth. She had seen so many of her pictures in family photo albums ... But something was missing somewhere. Somehow, she seemed very central to her life -- but everyone strangely oblique about her. Tara and the others had decided not to impose the knowledge that they had until she was old enough to handle the Quest. Nevertheless Trisha had always felt a strange sense of oneness with the older Trisha ... But somehow she could never quite articulate what it was that she felt about her namesake.

And there were those perennial peepal salads that Tara fed her regularly. She was in fact sick of peepal ... the leaf, the fruits and the seed, but Tara was strangely adamant about them ... Especially before and after the nightly meditation sessions that they had together.

Partho had moved on to Delhi, a new job and perhaps a new life. He still dropped an occasional email but somehow his passion and urgency was missing. He was still trying to come to grips with his tragic loss. Tashi had changed jobs and was now working in a tele-communications company in Bangalore. He had been reluctant to move out of Ghatsila, the centre of their quest, but the job was so challenging that he decided to take it up. Tara was of course quite comfortable to stay back at Ghatsila. With Trisha in school, she was more often than not found engrossed in esoteric texts and meditation on the riverbank. She was the one who was still focussed on the quest ... Then one day, just after noon, the doorbell rang.

Trisha was away at school and Tara had just finished her lunch. She was not expecting anyone anyway ...

"Partho-babu!! what a surprise!! why did you not let me know and I would have come to the station to pick you up?"

"It just happened, Tara. I had no plans to be here ... But somehow the path bent this way ... and here I am"

"This is just simply delightful ... It has been years since I last met you ... You have changed ..."

"I have grown older Tara, pushing 50, you see that my hair has turned gray ... And I have this tidy beer paunch"

"But your eyes are as sparkling as ever ... The same naughty ones that had drilled into me ...once upon a time, long long ago"

"That is because they are still drilling into someone who has not changed at all, Tara. Touch wood, by the grace of the divine mother, you have not changed one bit ... "

"I have being reading and practising dakini vidya -- wicca, as they say in the west -- and it helps"

"No wonder you are as sizzling as ever ...", as Tara clasped him to her breast," and no wonder these jaded loins may come alive again." He kissed her full and square on her lips.

"Come, come .. why are we standing at the door ... You must be tired ...", she led him inside and flopped down on the sofa.

"This place has not changed one bit, Tara, it seems that time has been standing still ... ever since that Night"

"Not really, you haven't seen Trisha ... She is at school ... she would be back soon"

"But, my dear Tara, she is the one who cannot change ... Externally, yes ... But she is the constant in our quest ..."

"The Quest indeed ...", sighed Tara," I don't know Partho-babu, I don't know whether I have been able to live up to the promise that I had made to mother ... that I will carry her quest with me till she can take it up again on her own"

"You have done a far better job than what I have Tara, somehow ... I have slipped up. Too many things have happened over the past few years. I have been floating like a bottle down a swirling river, not quite knowing where I am going. Will I crash against a rock ... Or have I already? am I broken?"

"NO, NO, NO ... Partho babu ... you are our leader, you are the one who led mother into this quest ... and if you stagger and fall, I shall hold you up ... Come, come ... mother has led you here to restart our quest ... You are tired and dusty from the road. Come have a bath"

Tara led Partho into the bath and took off his shirt, then his trousers and finally his pants. Her eyes glistened as she stared at his tiny cock flopping beneath his beer paunch. His balls, shriveled like walnuts, were barely visible within his gray pubic bush.

"God what has these tragic circumstances done to this poor soul?", wondered Tara to herself. She remembered the dashing Casanova who had set her heart on fire, for whom she would have died to strip and dance, who had anointed her naked body with turmeric paste on her wedding day and who had pumped Trisha to her last orgasm and propelled her out of her past. She dared not look him in the eye, knowing that he too was afraid of the same. But she knew, instinctively, that the last thing that he wanted was pity. In fact she knew better ...

"Oooh Partho babu, you are as cute as ever ... Come we haven't had a bath together for a long time"

"Tara you, you ... that is so sweet of you ..." Partho was rather hesitant.

"Will you not help me off with these clothes ...", Tara did not wait, she had already slipped the sari of her slender waist.

"Tara ... Ah, ah ... let me ...", Partho hands were on her tits, fumbling under her blouse.

"Your cock is getting bigger ..." Tara lied quickly, fondling his balls, stroking his prick, and feeling for some signs of life!

"Tara you are a dear ... I would not know what I would do without you", Partho voice was getting stronger.

"You want to feel my nipples without taking off my blouse ... No short cuts you naughty boy", Tara had slipped off her blouse on her own. She was not wearing a bra at home ... Her tits were now swinging free ... Partho pressed his lips onto them.

"Your cock has become huge ...", Tara was not lying anymore, her squeezing had taken effect, "Ah, I can feel them on my belly now." She had slipped off her petticoat ... And was rubbing his cock on her cunt.

"Tara, it is after ages that I am feeling like a man again ... Tara you are wonderful ..."

"Let us get under the shower ... Remember ... the last time you were putting the turmeric on me", she pressed a big kiss on his lips, "Ummm that was delicious ... Here let me turn on the spout"

The cold water squirted out and Tara gave a squeal of pleasure, "Hurry up Partho babu, we need to get out of this .. rub me down FAST" and started rubbing Partho herself.

Partho was in heaven ... he was scrubbing her back, squeezing her tits, tweaking her nipples, rubbing her cunt and pushing his fingers into the crack of her ass.

"Ooooh you naughty boy, you are fingering my asshole ... That will not do .. I want you in my cunt, nowhere else"

"Then get into bed ..." Partho voice had taken on a tone of authority. He turned off the spout.

"Let me dry you off first ... here take this towel"

Within minutes, the two of them were just about dry and rushing towards the bed. Tara tumbled in first and Partho was on upon her immediately ... kissing her lips, squeezing her tits and grinding his erect cock on her cunt.

"Partho babu you are like a tiger again ... come, come ... come into my arms", she pressed him to her breasts and pushed up with her hips.

"Tara ... I need this, I need you, I need you now"

"I am yours, Partho babu .. I am yours and yours alone ... come, push into me .. push harder ... Ah ah aaah"

"I want to fuck you, Tara, I want to fuck you like I used to ... aah, there I am inside, I am inside", Partho gasped.

"More, more Partho babu .. I need to feel you prick deep in me, deep, deep, deep in me ... Hit, hit harder"

"Uh, Uh, Uh ..." Partho was grunting ...

"Ooooh, Ooooh, Ooooh ... " Tara was squealing at each thrust.

Partho was thumping harder and harder ... each big thump getting a squeal from Tara ... His buttocks were heaving and thrusting. Tara's hips, trapped under them were wriggling and thrashing ...

"Partho babu, this is super, this is terrific, this is fantastic, this is like the old times ... When you loved me like crazy"

"I still love you like crazy ... and you have done it again ... Tara, Tara, Tara ... ", Partho was gasping for breath," Tara I cant hold on any more ..."

"Don't Partho babu, don't hold back, I am coming, I am coming ... come, come Partho, come fill me with your seed again.. do it now ..." Tara was screaming at the top of her voice ...

"Yes Tara, I am coming, I am coming ... I am coming ... ah ah ah ..." Partho ejaculated. And once he started, there was no stopping ... the cum that had accumulated for the past so many days just spurted, again and again and again ...

Each spurt and Tara screamed ..."More", "and more ...", "More ..."

Until Partho ejaculated one last time and collapsed on Tara's heaving breasts.

"Peace, Peace at last ... Peace in the arms of my mother, Peace ..."

"Yes, Partho babu. You are at peace again ... and you shall never be alone again. Come relax and suck my nipples ... Relax, relax ... you are in my arms again", Tara was gently caressing Partho hair, stroking his back until both of them fell asleep.

Connecting the Dots …

"Mother, do you know what happened in school today ...", Trisha bounded in the room and staggered to a halt. Her hands flew her mouth as she gaped in amazement at the sight in front of her ...

There was her mother Tara, stark naked, draped over an equally naked Partho-uncle. She was cradled on his left shoulder ... lying across Partho-uncle's body. Her face buried in his neck, her legs crossed over his belly. Tara's big butts were slowly rising and falling with Partho's breath. The dark tangle of pubic hair, peeped out under the crack of her ass and framed Partho's cock -- limp and flaccid.

Trisha was a big girl, about to finish secondary school, and with constant access to the access she was under no illusions about sex. Nevertheless, the sight of her own mother naked and in the arms of another naked man took her breath away ... she did not quite know what to do.

Partho was the first to see her ... but he was kind of petrified ... "Tara", he shook her awake, "Trisha is here ..." He mumbled.

Tara took a few seconds to gather her wits about her but then her sang froid was impeccable.

"Trisha, this is your uncle Partho", she simply ignored the fact that she did not have a stitch of clothing on her body and continued," He has come home after many, many years"

"Yes ..." stammered Trisha, staring at Partho cock that was growing in size under her gaze ...

"He is very near and dear to us ... and you see that we love each other very much ...", her sheepish smile almost gave away her acute embarrassment ... but she held her voice steady," and you are old enough to know that when a man and woman are in love with each other ... There is a lot of passion", she still could not use the fuck word ... but she knew that she would have to ...

"Yes mother", Trisha was rapidly regaining her composure ..."should I wait outside?.. while you ... You know ... get ready"

"Yes Trisha", Tara's tone was barely under control. "Give me my sari ...and then will you please make some tea, toast or omelet for us ..."

Trisha smiled, picked up the discarded sari from the floor and draped it over the loving couple, turned and walked smartly out of the room. Partho gave a sigh of relief ... "That was real cool of you Tara ... I am amazed at your composure"

"and I am amazed at the size of your cock, Partho-babu", quipped Tara, giving a quick peck at the red tip of the engorged member," and I can see that little Trisha has the same effect on you as Mother had ... So our quest is safe in your hands ..."

"I think that Trisha is old enough to relate to our quest ... isn't it time that we told her the whole truth?"

"yes ..." agreed Tara. She disengaged herself from Partho's embrace, stood up and wrapped her sari around her. She pulled one end of the sari around her bare tits. "Let me find one of Tashi's pajamas for you ... that would be more comfortable than your trousers"

Fifteen minutes later they were gathered around the drawing room. It was nearly dusk. Trisha had quickly fried some french toast and had made some coffee. Tara located some cognac and spiked the coffee, "Tonight we shall celebrate Partho-babu's return", she declared, " and after today, I think Trisha is old enough to appreciate the finer things in life ...", she smiled.

Trisha had changed into a salwar-kameez, the shirt and pajama dress common among Indian women and was sitting on the floor, arms wrapped around her knees, her long hair tied up in a loose bundle. Tara was by her side, cuddling her in her arms. She was still dressed only in a sari, her tits showing beneath the end of the sari wrapped loosely around her body. Partho was dressed in pajamas and a shirt, partly buttoned up in the front ... he was sitting on the sofa and dipping the french toast into a plate of ketchup and sipping the spiked coffee.

"Trisha ... I think the time has come when you should know some important things ...", began Tara.

"Yes, mother ... I am a bit confused"

"It is not your fault", apologized Partho, "anyone else would be confused as well ... But where should we begin?"

"Well I think you should first tell who Trisha was and how you introduced her to her quest ..."

And for the next three hours, Partho and Tara took turns to tell Trisha the long story of the quest ... They told her who Trisha was and how she asked Tara to help her with Paresh; how that led to her relationship with Partho; how Partho introduced her to the idea of simulating nirvana through sexual orgasms; the importance of the pineal gland and the third eye; her visit to Bakreshwar and the advice of Ram baba; how Tara joined her in the quest and how the two of them visited Sikkim, located Tashi and brought him in to father the new Trisha; the special preparations they had made; the night of the conception; how Trisha died at the height of her orgasm and why they believed that her soul had been captured in Tara's womb in the body of the new Trisha ... and why they all believed that Trisha would now carry on with the quest.

It was pretty late in the night when Partho finally stopped. Tara had been popping in and out, preparing dinner, but Trisha had listened to the tale with bated breath.

"Partho-uncle, you mean to stay that I am actually the previous Trisha, Aruna auntie's mother?"

"Yes Trisha, it difficult to be certain but we are reasonably sure ..."

"Which is why I had always felt a certain sense of oneness with her, whenever I have seen her picture, but I could not put my finger on the actual reason ..."

"Do you recollect anything about her ... other than what you have heard from us ...", asked Tara.

"It is kind of fuzzy, I do not know what to say ... but sometimes I do seem to hear a voice in my head ..."

"What does it say, do you remember Trisha, what does it say ..."

"I don't know ... I cannot remember ... But it is always a very satisfying feeling, very encouraging, very positive ... it invariably leaves me feeling very good ..."

"What else, Trisha .. try to remember ... everything matters ... however inconsequential ..."

"You know I also get this visions ... You know during my periods ... I have these dreams, strange figures ..."

"You are calling them dreams .. because you do not have a better word for it ... but what do you see ...?"

"I am really sorry uncle, I just cannot remember ... But something like Light, yes I see light ... It is inside me, It is all around me ... The stars .. the stars .. they are dropping out of the sky ... and they are falling on us ... . strange shapes, strange colours .. a whirlpool of sensations... a fall of stardust .. all around us."

"Partho-babu, I had the same sensation that night", whispered Tara, " ... When Mother left us and returned to my womb ... Do you remember, do you remember my words Partho-babu"

"Yes Tara, you said something very similar ... it is etched into my memory ... It is strange that Trisha has just uttered the same thing ..."