Santosh went to an Ayurvedic Masseur to cure his back pain and dang! he had to take his clothes off. He narrates his tryst with nudity. I hope he was allowed to wear at least a Kaupina.
As soon as Aashan’s dance on my body was over, with great relief I grabbed my clothes but in vain. ‘Come out. Don’t wear clothes. Sit in the verandah. Let the oil dry’. I almost cried. The verandah was very close to the main road. No, it was almost on the road. Whoever passes by can see me sitting in my one piece, well oiled, through the big dusty window. The only consolation was that the Verandah was dark but that did not remain that way long. The lady of the house swiftly came over and switched the light on. I sat there, wide exposed to the world.
PS: This should ideally go in Very Personal and NOT Personal
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