Hi from Kalki,
It had been nearly four weeks since all our visitors had left. It was almost time for another special weekend up at Sarvesh’s big house. I look forward to those, to the taking of my clothes and freedom of nudity.
This day, I was performing my usual house cleaning duties when there came a knock of the door. I answered to find the courier man present. He handed a parcel addressed to my husband. I could not open it but examined closely to discover it came from New Zealand; from an unlikely place called Matakana. I had no idea of this place and even when studied from the maps it didn’t mean to me.
Later, my friend, Sairu rang and was asking if I had opened our parcel.
“How did you know of our parcel?” I asked.
“We got one too,” she replied. “Well, did you open it?”
“No, it’s addressed for my husband.”
“It’s for both of you,” she said. “From Tom the Farmer and Betty.”
That made me smile when she said his name. Tom the Farmer, had been a really naughty boy with us girls. We all enjoyed of him. He had been so fun to me. Then I remembered they came from a farming place which would explain the unknown address.
So, when Sairu knew I was not opening the parcel, she avoided my questions. Even when I asked directly, she would not disclose details of the contents. I would have to wait until my husband returned from his working place.
When she was gone from the phone, I returned to the parcel. I was burning with desires to open it. Just a peep inside I would be happy. I had tried to take this from my mind but it would not go away. I kept going back for it. I picked it and I held it. It was light, not heavy at all. I felt it but that was not helpful as it was a box of something unknown inside. I gently shook it but there was no movement or noise from within. I realised the contents would be unknown to me until my husband opened it.