Anamika Didi - 1
Anamika didi is not my elder sister. In fact she is not my sister at all, not even a cousin sister. Furthermore, although I call her Didi, she is also not older than me. (Didi means Elder sister in Hindi). In actuality she is 3 years younger than me. But still I call her Anamika didi. Why ? Wait, I'll tell you in a bit…
Hi, I am Sumit. I now live in Bhubaneswar, Orissa. I actually work here in a major company as a Territory Manager. I am 40 years of age as of now. No, not married yet. My parents have tried their level best to get me a wife, but they failed. They have stopped trying now.
My parents live in one of the metro cities. We have our ancestral house there. So my parents do not want to come and live with me. My parents are old, my father has long retired from his job. They live by themselves now. I visit my parents twice a year for a few days. I have a transferable job. I was living with my parents till the time I was working there. Then I got my promotion as a Manager and had to move out of my hometown.
You must be thinking that what is all this I am talking about myself and my parents. I had started with Anamika and where have I drifted off to. Wait, I'm coming back to Anamika. I had to give you some background first to tell you how Anamika fits into my story.
About a year back Anamika’s parents had purchased and started living in the flat just adjacent to my parents' flat. Her father is a Doctor, a General Physician. They are very good neighbours. All three of them, Doctor uncle, Aunty and Anamika were very friendly and helpful to my parents. It was a double benefit for me. Having a doctor next door to my ageing parents was definitely a blessing. Also my mother got a company. She and Anamika's mother became good friends. So, whenever I used to visit my parents, I made it a point to spend some time with and maintain a good relationship with Doctor uncle and his family.
And that is how I came to know Anamika. When we first met I was around 39 and she was 36 years of age. Anamika talks a lot, but is very friendly and lifefull. She is very helpful too, especially to my parents. She is moderately educated, I think she did her MA in History. Although she did not work anywhere, she earned enough for her own personal expenses by giving tuitions to school children.
The only sad part for her was that she was not getting married. I heard from my mother that she always gets rejected by the grooms’ families when they come to see her. The reason ? Anamika was a little too healthy. She was not a flabby sort of fat, but had a solid body of about 90 kgs in weight. Her being over-sized was the main reason why this girl was not getting married. To make matters worse, she was not so good looking. Not bad either, a roundish face, just plain simple looks. But when she used to come and stand in front of the groom's family who came to see her, she looked huge like a big barrel. I know this tantamount to body shaming in today's parlance. But all these are typical problems of our Indian middle class society for a woman not getting a good husband through arranged marriage. If one does love marriage, anything goes.
Another drawback for Anamika was her height. You know the height of Anamika ? She is 5’10” tall. Standing beside her I felt so awkward. Why ? Because I'm just 5’3”. Yes, I am a small guy, even by Indian standards. Can you imagine, she was 7 inches taller than me. When we met during my regular visits to my parents, Anamika purposely comes and stands by my side. She knew that I was self conscious about her being so much taller than me. So Anamika loved to tease me by purposely dwarfing me by standing beside me and towering over me. The top of my head just about reached under her chin. She used to playfully put her hand on my shoulders, so that the height difference between us gets more accentuated.
Another embarrassing moment for me used to be when we went out together. Generally for visits to some Mall or movies or a lunch at any restaurant. During my six monthly visits to my parents, my mother always wanted me to take Doctor uncle's family for a treat at least for one lunch or dinner.This was to just show our gratitude towards them for the care they took of my ageing parents. My father never wanted to go with us. He was old, 70 years of age. My mother was an arthritis patient. She could not walk much. Doctor uncle, that is, Anamika's father also never came with us. He had his clinic timings.
So it was always me going out with Aunty, that is Anamika's mother and Anamika. So what's embarrassing about that ? Just look at this size comparison between us :
Anamika was 5’10” and 90 kg;
Aunty was 5’6” and 75 kg;
And I was 5’3” and 64 kg. Yes, aunty was tall too by Indian standards
Now you see ? With these two big tall ladies walking beside me, I, the only male in the group, was the shortest and smallest. How pathetic ! And invariably, while walking in the mall or in an exhibition ground, somehow or the other, both these two giant ladies walked on either side of me, with me in the centre. And Aunty would be holding my hand. She was about 60, so she held my hand just for support. And you know where she held me ? She caught me just above my elbow. Odd isn't it ? What could I say? I could not take out my hand; it would look very rude. It looked as if the mother had taken his small school going kid son to the exhibition. And his big tall elder sister was walking with her arm over her younger brother’s shoulders. For the general public in the exhibition ground or mall, how would they know that aunty was not my actual mother. They would possibly laugh that an old mother of 60 years was towering over her middle-aged son of 40 years by 3 inches. And when Aunty and Anamika talked amongst themselves, they talked literally over my head. I only hoped and prayed that I would not run into any of my known people, friends or relatives.
I'll tell you of an incident in one such visit. This happened during my second visit to my parents after I had come to know Anamika and her family. That means about a year after I first met their family. It was December, so the exhibition season was full on in the city. Aunty, that is, Anamika's mother, loved to visit such exhibitions. So, one such afternoon, the three of us, meaning Aunty, Anamika and me, went out. We had lunch first in a good restaurant. My treat of course. And then we went to visit the exhibition ground. Aunty was in the habit of going into most of the shops and stalls in the mall or the exhibition ground wherever we are visiting. She doesn't buy much, but likes to check out things. She talks to the sales guys or girls; gets them to show various colours or designs; negotiates prices. Then in most cases, she comes out without buying. And then walks into the next shop. Anamika is not like that. She does not enjoy this window shopping game. If she needs to buy something, she goes in and buys it. So what does she do when Aunty is checking out stuff and taking ample time? She hangs out outside the shop or at some place nearby.
In this visit also Anamika was doing that. She stood outside the stall looking at people and holding her living toy in front of her. Her toy? It's me ! She stood resting with her back on a railing. She made me stand right in front of her, almost resting with my back on her body. She had her hands resting on my shoulders from behind me. The weight of her hand was such that I was actually pressed to her body. I was also looking at the crowd of people moving around. And sometimes even checking my mobile. People passing by would not even bother to look at us. They would think that a 5’3” and 64 kgs school boy is resting on the body of his 5’10” tall and 90 kgs elder sister, and waiting for their mother to finish her shopping. Imagine the humiliation - I, a fully grown adult man of 40 years, being held from behind by a tall huge woman, who was actually 3 years younger to me, with my body resting almost on her breasts and my head under the chin of this big tall younger woman. She was in fact looking at the whole scenario from right over my head.
I said, “Kya kar rahi ho Anamika ? You are holding me right in front of your big tall body, making me look so small against you. What will people think of me ?”
Anamika bent her head from my side, way down to look at my face and say, “What will people think, my little man ? They will think that you are my little brother. That's all. So don't cry my dear little baby brother. Your big sis will take care of you.”
I said in a sterner tone, “Anamika mind you, I'm 3 years older than you. You actually should call me Bhaiya (elder brother), which you don't.”
Anamika bent her head down again right into my face just to highlight how much taller she is than me and said, “No, I won't. In fact, if you have this problem of height difference, because you are so much shorter than me, then why don't you call me Anamika didi from now on.”
I looked straight at her, now that her face was bent at my level, “What nonsense ? Why should I call you didi ?”
She laughed, “Because then you won't feel embarrassed when I hold you in front of my body, as if you are my little cousin brother.”
I said, “Anamika enough. Now remove your hand from my shoulders. Let me stand on my own.”
Anamika said, “Chup chap khade raho. Stand still without complaining. Or else…”. She was giving a veiled threat now.
I got irritated. I said, “What or else ? What will you do otherwise…?”
Anamika smiled, “You want to see? Come..”. She took my hand and started walking to the stall where her mother was checking out some artificial jewellery.
Anamika said to her mother, “Ma, we are just going around some stalls. You stay nearby, we will be back soon. If you cannot locate us, call us on our mobile.”
Then she held my hand and said, “Come, let's go and check out some stalls.”
Anamika started strolling, holding my hand, looking at the stalls, but not going into any. I tried to pull my hand out, but she held me tightly. She looked down at my 5’3” level from her magnificent 5’10 height and said, “Now you have problems holding my hand also ? What's wrong with you today ? If you did not want to come to the exhibition, you could have told us. If you want you can go home now. Let my mother finish her shopping, then I'll take her back in a cab.”
She said all this, but did not release my hand. I thought that possibly I was hurting her feelings, so I did not try to pull my hand out again. After all, I have come out with them to show my gratitude, so I thought it best not to nag on this point further.
I said, “What exactly are you searching for, Anamika ? You are not going inside any stall.”
She said, “No, nothing in particular, Sumit. If anything fancy catches the eye, I'll go in.” She continued walking looking at the stalls from outside.
She stopped in front of a small stall. The shop was selling paintings. Looked like paintings on black cloth or black silk. Anamika went in, pulling me along with her. It was not a big stall, not very wide but long. There were different paintings hung all over the walls. Beautiful artwork. There was an elderly lady, around 60-65 years old, who was the stall owner. No other customers were there then, so the lady came forward to attend to us. Anamika was asking questions to the lady. Like, what material has been used as the base; where are these artworks from; what sort of colours were used. The lady was politely answering her. I was also looking around. Anamika asked the prices of some specific ones. Then she pointed at a painting hung right at the top and said to the lady, “Can I see that picture closely ? That one with the horses. Can you please arrange to get it down?”
The lady looked unsure. She said, “Actually, it will be difficult for me to get it down. I have a boy who helps me with these. He has gone to have lunch just now; will come back in half an hour. So…”
Anamika looked restless, “I can't wait for half an hour. I want to see the finish closely before I decide to buy.”
Then she turned towards me and called me, “Sumit, come here. Can you please help us get that painting down ?”
I was surprised. “How will I get there?” I said.
Anamika beckoned me to come closer to her. I came and stood in front of her. Then without saying anything, she just bent down and held me tightly around my thighs and stood up. And up I went in her arms. It was so sudden and unexpected that I panicked that I would fall. I flung my arms around Anamika’s neck and hugged her tightly. Also I wrapped my legs tightly around her waist like I was climbing a tree, so that I would not fall. She had both her hands under my bottom strongly holding me pressed to her body. Seeing me panic, Anamika burst out laughing and said, “Don't worry bro, you will not fall from my hands. You are too small and light for me, I can take you around the whole exhibition in my arms like this.”
I protested immediately, “What have you done? Why did you pick me up ? Put me down immediately.”
Anamika was still laughing. She said, “Wait, first get that picture down. Come, I think I will have to boost you up a little more.”
Anamika was already walking with me held in her arms towards the spot where the picture was hung. At the same time she jerked me up so that I was raised a little higher on her body. I was now sitting on her two arms, which were at the level of her breasts. She said, “Now put your hand up and see whether you can reach the picture.”
I was very angry by that time and was in no mood to listen to her. Besides, if I had to raise my hand, I would have to release my grip on her neck, which I was afraid to, lest I lose my balance and fall.
I said, “Anamika, you put me down immediately. I will not bring down that picture.”
Anamika was still laughing. She said, “I will put you down, but first say, ‘Anamika didi please put me down.’ Only then will I let you go.”
I was adamant, “No, I'll not say that. Anamika, what are you doing ? People will see me like this in your arms. There are lots of people outside.”
Anamika said, “That I'll take care. See, I'm turning my back to the door. Now people from outside cannot see you. They can see my back only. You are so small, you are hidden behind my huge body. Even if they see, they will think that a mother is carrying her little boy in her arms. See aunty is also laughing. Abhi jaldi jaldi didi bol do. Call me Didi fast.”
I saw that the shop owner lady was trying to suppress her laughter. It was so embarrassing for me. But all I could say was, “No !”
Then Anamika said, “Ok fine. Then let's go. Let me take you around the exhibition ground like this in my arms.” She turned and slowly started walking towards the exit door with me tightly held on her breasts.
All my fights went out. I hugged her tightly; hid my face inside her neck and shoulder, so that people don't get to see my face. And blurted out, “Anamika Didi…please put me down. Pleaseeee.”
Anamika stopped, turned around again with her back to the door. I was again hidden behind her huge body. But now I was literally clinging to her breasts like a frightened little child hugging his mother. But she still did not put me down.
She held me up with one arm only under my bottom. She lifted her other hand and squeezed my cheeks with her fingers. “That's like a good boy. My sweet little baby.”
Then Anamika turned to the shop owner lady and said, “Aunty just see, isn't he looking like a frightened little girl on her mother's breasts ? Isn't he looking so small and cute in my arms? Actually he didn't want to call me Didi, although I am 3 years older than him. That is why I had to forcefully pick him up in my arms and show him who is bigger and stronger.”
That shop owner lady was now laughing looking at me. I became desperate and said, “No, she is lying. She is in fact 3 years younger than me. She is so much taller and bigger than me, that is why she is bullying me to call her Didi.”
That lady laughed out loudly. She looked at Anamika and said, “That is not fair. You are actually carrying your elder cousin brother like a baby in your arms and forcing him to call you Didi. But I must say I love your naughtiness. And you are right, he is really looking like a little girl being forcefully taken to school by her mother carrying her on your breasts.”
Both the shop owner lady and Anamika were laughing at this shared joke. Anamika finally put me down and hugged me tightly to her body. My face got crushed inside her big breasts. I was totally wrapped around by her big long hands squeezing me into her huge soft body. She bent her head down and kissed me on the top of my head. It made me look so small and actually like a child being hugged and kissed by his mother.
As soon as Anamika released me from her hug, I stormed out of the stall. Anamika followed me calling from behind. But I was walking very fast. There were rows of stalls in different lanes in the exhibition ground. I quickly changed lanes and went into some big stalls through one gate and came out of another. Anamika with her 90 kg frame could not keep pace with me. I easily hoodwinked her and lost her behind me.
I found a cold drink shop and bought a chilled cola bottle. I started slowly walking towards where we had left Aunty. I reflected on what just happened at that painting stall. It happened so fast and so unexpectedly, that I couldn't even enjoy the moment.
What ? Surprised ? Yes, I actually loved it. Loved what ? Loved what Anamika did to me. The way she lifted me in her arms and on her breasts; the way I panicked and hugged her with my arms around her neck and my legs wrapped around her waist. Also the way she jerked me up her body. I liked the way she bullied me to call her Didi and teased me in front of the stall owner lady. She even compared me to a little girl being carried by her mother, which the lady also joked about.
Yes, I enjoyed all that. Why ? Because I have this crazy fantasy of being physically dominated by a much taller and bigger woman of whatever her age is. This is a fetish of mine, which I cannot share with anybody. So Anamika also doesn't know that I secretly admire her for her being 7 inches taller and 26 kgs heavier than me. And this today's lucky chance of getting lifted and carried and physically dominated by Anamika was so unexpected and sudden, that I could not even relish it while it lasted.
My phone rang. Anamika was on the line….
( Continued in next chapter….)
