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Festival at Pali Hills is one of our greatest festivals
celebrated at my countryside. The temple is situated at
the top of a hill called Pali Hills. People have to climb
the hills walking steep steps and the festival time is only
time people visited the temple. The hill is situated in
the middle of paddy fields, which are spread infinite if we
see from the top of the hill. Wooden horses and oxen are
constructed and decorated with white clothes and filled
with hay to make them appear like real. Men who are drunk
to their maximum capacity carried the effigies to the
hilltop on shoulders. Country made liquor is served to
everyone who needed and willing to consume free of cost.
In fact the deity is of a devilish nature and he is pleased
with offerings like meat, liquor. On the final day
hundreds of chicken are taken to the hills chopped off
their heads before the deity. No man would be
participating the festival without consuming liquor. My
father was a police constable and my mother was his fourth
or fifth wife. In those days it was a recognized fact that
men belonging to the professions like police, transport,
mahouts, sailors to have any number of concubines, wives
and one night stands wherever they go. It still remains
the same but none acknowledges it.

There is a folksong about the Palli Hills festival. Once
there was a landlord who used to go to the festival taking
his tenant. One year the tenant fell ill and was not able
to accompany his master for the festival. Then the
landlord asked the tenant to send his wife to accompany him
for the festival. The tenant was reluctant but he had to
send his wife along with the landlord as the later insisted
for that. The festival was over and the wife returned to
the tenant. Then the tenant asked his wife, “Dear how many
times our landlord fucked you?”. The wife got furious and
replied that she did not do like that and blamed her
husband for cheating on her while going to the festival.
“It may be you who fuck all women when going to festival
and that’s why you are suspicious about me”, she said.
Then the tenant sang a few lines meaning “Thou who had
forced me to eat his phallus while going to the festival,
will he spare you without fucking?”. The lady could not
suppress her laughter, she lingered her lips with her
tongue in some sweet memory. The story added more
popularity to the festival.

I asked my mother for giving permission to attend the
festival. But my father did not give permission, my mother
was afraid to ask him too. My father was my mother’s third
husband. In those days women were free to accept or reject
men as and when they please. I was born as her only son
after a long period of her married life. Others cursed her
as a lady not able to conceive. When she became pregnant
she was overjoyed. She started making offerings to
different gods and did so many prayers and rituals. So I
am her one and only son. She loved me very much. I had
been pestering her for a long time to take me to the Palli
Hills festival. But she could not compel my dad, who was a
cruel man. He had a long moustache and he always appeared
drunk. He did not show much attention to me. He had so
many children born out of so many women and he did not
bother about his kids.

I was blessed by visit of an uncle. He was a friend of my
father and when he came for his visit, he brought two
bottles of rum to entice my father. My father’s eyes
popped out when he saw the rum bottle. Soon he ordered my
mother to fry some fish and make a chutney with lot of
pepper. They drank sitting on the verandah, the uncle did
not take much but my father drank most of it like a thirsty
man just found water in an oasis. Soon my father was
knocked off and he lay there without his dress and I could
see his big penis flaccid with a big mat of hair at its
roots. My penis was very small at that time. Then I heard
some sound coming from inside our house. I peeped through
the windows and saw my mother lying on the floor naked like
the day she was born. The uncle was on top of her moving
in and out with his fat belly. I could see only his
buttocks and hairy legs from my point of view. He was
grunting and my mother was lying still on the floor. His
big belly and my mother’s fat abdomen were moving in unison
like two water bags rubbing on each other. Then the uncle
made a cry and the next instant he fell aside my mother.
My mother hurriedly covered herself with the cloth nearby
and moved to the kitchen. They did not see me prying on
them.

I was happy when the uncle offered me to take to the
festival. He asked my father to grant permission and he
gave a slight nod. He was busy finishing the rum, he
poured a lot of water into the bottle, shacked it and
emptied it into the throat. I put a worn out knickers and
the only good shirt I had and started with my uncle to the
Palli hills. We got a bullock cart to the temple. The
journey was not at all comfortable, wherever they found a
toddy ( liquor made from coconut trees mixed with spirit)
shops the cart driver and the uncle went there and came
back with foul smelling faces. I did not mind it my mind
was very happy and excited about the festival. The road
ended near a paddy field. From thereon we had to walk.
The hill was surrounded by paddy fields from all sides.
People made big oxen effigies using hay and clothes and
took them on their shoulders to the temple. It was the
great celebration. Most of them were heavily drunk and
more than often the effigy fell on them crushing someone’s
legs. My uncle did not join the crowd who were busy making
and taking effigies, he took me to the side where temporary
shops were made. They catered balloons, bangles, powders
of different colurs, which women buy to put on their
forehead. It’s a symbol of their chastity and marriage.
He bought me a balloon and took me through heavy crowd of
women and children.

Whenever he saw a gathering of women he sneaked our way
through them taking me dragged with him. As soon as we
pass the women, we heard curses like, ‘bastard, mother
fucker, sister fucker’. I did not understand why women
become furious when we pass them. But my uncle did not
bother about it. Then I saw him cupping breasts of an old
lady and she smiling at him. We passed them fast and moved
to another shop. My uncle was busy whenever he found a
woman measuring her vital statistics. They responded with
curses and double strong four letter words of our language.

Then the shops ended, we entered the premises of the temple
appeared. It was not much of a temple but some rocks and a
place shielded with some tiled roof. There were lot of
chicken heads chopped off. The deity was a fierce witch as
per the mythology. She killed her enemy and dance crushing
his penis. So she was supposed to be in her most abusive
mood. The objective of the festival was supposed to cool
her temper by calling abuses and ugly words. Therefore
women were not permitted to enter the temple. Men were
shouting filthy slogans and all of them were drunk to their
core. Then an old man about 90 years came with shaking
legs. He stood before the goddess and when he stopped to
pray the crowd stopped shouting. Then he revealed his
penis to the god and roared, “Ma, I have only this to show
to you”, people roared again seeing his audacity and
eagerness to participate in the festival. Then my uncle
took me away after praying for a while.

I was taken to another area of the temple, there was a
small mud road leading away from the temple. We walked
through the dark narrow path and finally reached a small
hut with roofs made of palm leaves. There was a middle
aged lady, came with a glass and poured liquor into it and
offered to my uncle. He took it and gave her ten bucks for
that. She smiled seeing the new currency note and put it
into her blouse. She had enormous breasts which the blouse
was finding it very difficult to support. Then my uncle
asked for some pickles to eat with the strong smelling
drink. But she said she does not have any. Then the uncle
boldly hiked her dress and searched around her pussy. I
was seeing a matured woman’s cunt for the first time. It
was thickly covered with dark mat of hairs. My uncle
scratched her pubic mound with his palm and sniffed at it.
As he was not satisfied with it, he put his thumb finger
inside her vagina once again and kept it moving for a few
seconds. The lady did not offer any resistance and my
uncle again sniffed at his fingers. That time he was
satisfied and he used his finger sniffing and drinking the
liquor. I had found for the first time in my life a
woman’s cunt could be used as a substitute for light
refreshment to accompany a drink!. She lowered her dress
and poured another stiff round into the glass. Again my
uncle hiked her dress and rotated his fingers into her
pussy. He drank the liquor with the help of her cunt
smell.

He then looked at me and said, “what are you looking at?”
“nothing” I said. “Do you want to feel her pussy?” I did
not reply. He then took my hand and put it on the woman’s
big cunt. I tried to take my hand away, but I was craving
for the touch of a cunt from inside. The lady then tried
to lower her dress and scolded my uncle, “Don’t teach him
bad things”. Then my uncle laughed and said, “you don’t
have to teach him anything, do you know who is his
father?”. The lady nodded nay. Then my uncle said, “he is
son of —”, he said my father’s name. The lady showed
surprise. Uncle said again, “let him feel your cunt”.
That time the lady showed no reluctance. She hiked her
dress again and came close to me. I could smell her sweat
and perspiration. But it was some what intoxicating to me.
My uncle was drinking the liquor. I boldly touched her
furry pussy. My uncle saw it through the corner of his
eyes and said, ‘didn’t I tell you that you don’t have to
teach him anything. Let him feel you, he is your
inheritor, no?’, I did not understand the meaning. My
fingers traveled through her dark mat of hair. How much
hair she is having at her pussy?, will I grow this much
hair when I grow up, I wondered. Then the uncle asked her
to pour one more drink. While she was busy pouring the
drink, I was busy feeling inside of her pussy. I took my
hand to my nose and sniffed. It smelled like a baked
banana. I too liked the smell, no wonder my uncle was
satisfied with the sniff at her pussy instead of the
pickles. There was something intoxicant about a woman’s
cunt. Would every woman’s cunt smell like that?. Then I
saw my uncle unhooking her blouse and her two breasts were
swaying free. She wore nothing under it. My uncle began
to crush the melons and he tried to take the black nipples
into his mouth. I felt something sticky in my fingers.
The smell was stronger and my fingers were more wet. Then
my uncle took my hand away from her cunt. He gave me half
glass of the drink and asked me to drink it. It was
burning down its path to my stomach. How could he drink
such a fishy burning drink. He removed the lady’s blouse,
made her complete nude and carried her to the room inside.
“wait here and tell us if someone comes”, he said before
disappearing into the unlit room.

I waited for them. I knew what they were upto. My uncle
would be poking her lying on her top like what he did to my
mother. I too will poke her if my uncle permit me, I
thought. Then I heard someone approaching from distance.
His voice seemed familiar to me. He was drunk and was
telling the worst kind of abuses loudly. I recognized the
voice with sudden fear, it was my father coming to the same
house. What would he do if he saw me there?, I was afraid.
Then I saw my uncle hurriedly coming out naked with his
dress in his hand. The lady was nowhere to be seen. He
caught my hand and moved out, “lets hide here, its your
father”, he took me to the shadow of plants grown near the
sidewalls of the path. Then my father appeared, he was
fully drunk. He was calling abuses at everybody. “who is
that?”, he looked at us and barked. We did not say
anything. He kicked at our direction and got his feet hit
a rock. He felt the pain, he moved to the hut calling,
‘Parkaveeee, where are you bitch?’.

We escaped without invoking suspicion to him. “Lets go
home”, he said. We stopped to see fireworks for some time.
My balloon was forgotten at that lady’s hut. My uncle
bought me another one and a cheap toy. He searched for
some women crowd. But he was disappointed. We walked
through the paddy fields. It was about midnight when we
reached about 1 km away from my house. There was a school
nearby. He stopped there and asked me to follow. ‘Lets
have some rest’, he said. He entered the school through an
open window. A dog barked somewhere. He took me through
the window. He put two or three benches together and lay
there. He asked me to lay beside him. I obligued. The
drink was making my head spinning.

I could not sleep. He was hugging me. His breath smelt
rotten, his moustache hurt my cheeks. He was kissing me.
I didn’t like it. Then he unbuttoned my knickers and took
my fly out. He tried to peel the skin backward. I tried
to take his hand away. But my penis was getting hard. He
began to shake my small penis slowly. I felt an unknown
pleasure. Then my penis shivered and I felt something hit
on my head. It was my first orgasm. Then my uncle lowered
my knickers and began to put his penis between my thighs.
I felt ashamed. He was behaving like I was a woman. He
did a lot of things to me. He made me to lay on my chest
and moved his hard rock penis between my buttocks. He
tried to make me suck his penis. But I did not do it. He
woke me up in early morning and we proceeded to our home.
I did not look into his eyes. I was blushed to the chore,
my uncle did not come to our house. When my mother saw me
she asked, “How was the festival, son?”. “Great”, I
answered.