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a virgin

Maggie Elliott is a respectable, well-dressed 80-year-old woman.

By ayesha adeelPublished about a year ago 15 min read
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Maggie Elliott is a respectable, well-dressed 80-year-old woman. That is, they embellish themselves based on their age, rank, and environment. The glow of some inner passion can be seen with a light lipstick on the lips, a faint scent in the hair, and a hint of rouge on the cheeks that is so light that it hides the color. His slender wrist bracelet changes each evening. Maggie Elliot has six or seven silver armbands, which she wears then again. Even to this day, Maggie Elliot has a sudden flinch when she sees a man near her, then she stops and smiles strangely shyly as if she is stealing the man's body. Despite her long life, Eliot still keeps her virginity. Their smile has an odd tinge to them.

At the age of 27, Maggie Elliott Barrow joined her brother-in-law's family. Cornwall was her home country. Maggie Elliot decided to relocate to Bombay after losing her love interest in England, and Baron Karimbhai had brought her from London to serve as his secretary. She wanted to get away from this painful environment, where she felt like she was being watched over by a dog. She moved to Bombay from London and worked as a secretary for a short time. She was unnecessarily bitter toward the men who came to meet Baron Karimbhai because the feeling of love was still new. She was fired as secretary by Baronet Creambhai, but because he was a kind man, he made Maggie Elliott Mrs. Creambhai's secretary.

For several years, Maggie Elliott served as Mrs. Karimbhai's secretary. She was appointed the children's governess after Mrs. Karimbhai passed away. Baron Karimbhai passed away. Maggie Elliott remained in the family even though the boys grew up and the girls got married and left the family. She was currently instructing Sakina, the wife of Baronet Karimbhai's eldest son, Irshad Bhai, in English and western manners. Back then, she had traveled from Bombay to Mussoorie with Baronet Karimbhai's family because the late Baronet's entire family used to visit Mussoorie during the summer. The two-story Cream Cottage in Duffleck's famous pine-lined valley was famous for Sakina Creambhai's high-society parties, English flower beds, and slaty gravel roads. Membership in the Mussoorie Club was simple; however, I had to fight a lot to be invited to Sakina Karimbhai's invitations. Kareem began to be invited to cottage feasts despite the income. After that, Sakina began to also invite me to afternoon tea. I eventually spent the majority of my day in Kareem Cottage, where Sakina's girl Ayesha began gazing at me with affection. Keep an eye out. What's wrong? First, Sakina is so shrewd that she never lets her oldest daughter out of her sight, and second, Miss Elliot is so cautious. Then, because I'm so timid, I can't run away with a girl. Instead, I take Ayesha's cup of tea from her, touch her fingers, and eat moraine cream from her extended plate. Moreover, during cards, it is sometimes sufficient for me to call him "partner" in a slightly specific tone.

Let's not become life partners; rather, let's join the game of cards, which, if you look closely, is also a game of cards. While playing our cards, we forget that there is a world beyond these leaves where roses bloom, the farmer's wife is ill, a woodcutter is going to the market to sell wood, the Dondi's clothes are torn, the white clouds are moving in the sky, the pine branch Bulbul has built a nest, Mali's son has taken care of the Sophia, and suddenly a gust of wind comes. In the same way, while playing our cards, we forget that there Ayesha lets out a sigh and asks, "What are you thinking??" as the scent of channel flowers wafts through the air. Quickly find your address.

Because the game of cards can't stop for anyone, I start looking at my cards in a panic because the king of your destiny, Ekha, Begum, and Ghulam will all be left standing when all the cards of life are rolled up, and put aside. Additionally, because it was your game, you will not be able to discard any of these cards or identify partners. So get your address right away.

The explanation I think this way is because whenever I have lost the round of adoration, I don't dare to put my life in danger once more. I have heard that Miss Elliott has also failed in this competition, but she continues to wager. His profound love for life is also demonstrated by this. Even though she is aware that nothing could occur between a thirty-year-old man and an eighty-year-old woman, she never stops walking with me.

Pasha. If you don't take care of your forehead, I won't be able to focus on my leaves. Pasha, which direction are you gazing at? Are there cards hanging from this tree's wall?

I will win now without a doubt. Since I likewise have a 'pasha' in my leaves. Because of my name, she has started calling the king "Pasha." Missy Elliott's harmless pranks make everyone laugh.

Ayesha also laughs and lowers her eyes as she looks at me with skepticism. I'm tempted by those slanted eyes. I can hold Ayesha in my arms by extending both hands, but I cannot take her home because the distance is not too great. Ayesha's mother Sakina is sitting on one side, and Karimbhai Estate manager Aqil Fazilbhai, who has been looking for Ayesha's son of a millionaire Bohra businessman from Nairobi, is on the other side. How simple the life cards would be without any other players. Ayesha, tell me why you're looking at me with those tiny leaves of shame same! While Ekka and Badshah, Begum and Ghulam, and Dehla on Nahle are in the hands of others, what will these Dugi Tagis do? Partner of None

Miss Elliot always seemed more serious about Master Mateen Ahmed, and day by day, she was demonstrating a deeper interest. He was always joking with her, but her condition was nothing more than a harmless joke. Ace Mateen Ahmed came here from Mussoorie and was utilized for a considerable length of time, to educate and take care of the youngsters. Mateen Ahmed was appointed Master with great care by Estate Manager Fazil Bhai because he was very old at seventy. When he was about a year old, one of his wives died before him. When they were younger, grandchildren and sons would walk with a stick, bowing their heads and dropping their shaved mustaches. His red and morning complexion showed the ripeness and wrinkles of old age, but he still possessed youth and courage, earning him the nickname Dilgir. Every day, he would recite to Miss Eliot his words, which were never hidden.

Even though Miss Eliot had no talent for Urdu poetry, she used to take stanzas and was trying to get married, even though her favorite poem was "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. They alternated between sitting in a corner of the verandah, walking on the lawn, and wandering among the pines of the duffle dock. I fixed Maggi Master's muffler during the discussion because otherwise, they were afraid of getting cold, and the poems would freeze in the cold.

"It looks better like this," she would alter the angle of his head cap from time to time. She would occasionally walk across the canal while holding his hand and stepping on the canal's stones. Otherwise, crossing the canal at night was necessary. How useful is a man's arm's support? Even today, Maggie's health was better than Masterji's, but as soon as she saw Nala, she would start to fear Masterji and tremble like a six-year-old girl, and she would put her whole body on him. Every day, Masterji bravely led Miss Maggie Elliot across Conala while also panting, trembling, and biting his lips. He breathed like an asthmatic. When they sat for a long time on the drain's stone, the tail would swell to the point where they were unable to speak. He would need several minutes to take a breather as he looked out over the valley, but he was not ready to let his physical weakness explain this prolonged silence. I am immediately taken aback by the breathtaking view of the valley from this location. I have nothing to say.

"I'm in the same situation," Maggie added, controlling her swollen breath. Your poetry is just as beautiful as this valley.

They had to cross the stream once more on the way back, so they kept quiet for a long time. "From tomorrow I will not bring Maggie for a walk," Master Mateen Ahmed would think in his heart as he looked down the drain with great despair. His courage would drop as well.

However, this was one of Maggie's flaws. She never found everything in her life, but she used to find everything within these few yards of the drain. She would become someone else's wife, receive support, rest her head on someone else's shoulder, and experience a profound sense of closeness in this brief distance, just like the virgin who is alone and in danger. To save herself, she hangs on to a man. She would once again become an Englishwoman after crossing the canal. Although she was completely strong and independent within herself, the few moments of weakness she experienced while crossing the canal were priceless, and she eagerly anticipated those few moments each day.

Then Pam appeared in his life one day. Thorat, Pam. He knew someone from Bombay. Pamela had a Bombay-based businessman as her husband. Mr. Thorat and his wife moved to Bangalore after spending some time living in Bombay. They continued to correspond for some time after that. The correspondence then ceased. The two friends' joy was worth seeing when Pamela Thorat suddenly showed up in Missouri after a long absence of 22 years. Not only did the two exchange handshakes for a considerable amount of time, but there was also a trembling in the voice and even a hint of tears in the eyes.

Pam had experienced two spouses during this period. Both those needy individuals were dead. However, Pam did not want to give up her swagger, even at the age of sixty. Pam was very different from Maggie in her character. Pam weighed a lot more than Maggie did. Pam was ridiculed, while Maggie was serious. Pam used to wear dark, very young women's makeup, while Maggie used to wear light makeup. He remembered numerous vulgar jokes and his voice was still very good. No. no. He was not a father. Her first husband gave her a daughter. Anglo-Indian, the second husband was a man. He beat her at times and was always drunk. Beat men sometimes make fun. Pam whispers to Maggie because the man then has a severe remorseful episode in which he cries and says stupid things to the woman. The hands join together, and the feet drop. He even sews a new dress at times, overcome with emotion. Pam somehow managed to get her husband to beat her whenever she needed a new dress. Being married is advantageous. However, old age has arrived.

Pam broke her silence with a cold sigh.

"You're a kid, you're a kid," he said. Maggie began to fix Pam's tangled braid while cooing at her older sister. What kind of haircut is this?"

Maggie's tone was Mamta's reproach, which Pam heard and spread a little more. "Now we can't do it," she said as she stood up.

"Where do you plan to stay?" Pam was questioned by Maggie.

She initially stayed with Clarice. A family of Gujaratis traveled from Ahmedabad. These individuals needed to return quickly. The family lost a loved one. All of them left. However, I cannot return to Ahmedabad in such high temperatures. As a result, I left his company and moved into Mrs. Trevor's tiny boarding house. The big sexist is female. Boiling leaves even two days old yields tea. As if England were Missouri instead of Missouri, and the war was still going on.

Maggie treated Pamela with such tenderness as if she were a young girl instead of her sixty-year-old friend when she brought her to Cream Cottage from Mrs. Trevors' boarding house. Maggie does Pam's hair, takes her clothes out, irons them, and tells her what to eat and not eat. Pam started to take Maggie's love for granted and began to act like a sixty- and thirty-year-old woman when Maggie's love was too strong, and she almost started to cry. Sometimes she scolded him like a strict mother.

Presently Maggie and Pam and Expert Ji (Expert Mateen Ahmed) had framed a group. The three of them would go play cards separately in the opposite corner of the veranda, appearing to be happy and absorbed like three naughty children at all times. We were unable to understand what they were discussing. On the other hand, it was evident that the three of them were getting closer to one another. Master Ji, who had previously focused solely on Maggie, began paying some attention to Pam at Maggie's insistence. The relationships eventually came to be equal. Masterji always paid half of his attention to Maggie and the other half to Pam. This happened for a long time, and afterward, he gradually turned towards the palm in a non-idyllic way. because Maggie was eighty and Pam was sixty. Pam was very lively, had very few wrinkles on her face, and made great jokes. Although the body appears to be bare, Maggie's soul certainly appears superior to Pam's. Additionally, Pam appears to be as comfortable as a hot water-filled rubber bottle. She began to irritate the poor master even more when she observed the evil palm bowing to her. She decided to burn her friend, disregarding all consideration for her.

Maggie thought to herself, "Insolent cat." At first, she gave her a look, but she kept looking at her. She would sometimes look away as though she hadn't seen anything. She would then mentally vanish as if nothing had happened. Then, at that point, when the heart began to drain, and, after it's all said and done she would snicker as though nothing had occurred. From our turret table, far from these three, we continued to watch the exciting drama that was now reaching Miraj as the eyelids continued to droop.

Ayesha and I waited for Sakina and Fazil Bhai, who were waiting for their respective brothers, on the black marble lion plinth on a fragrant orange evening as the temperature dropped and we were getting ready to go to the Mussoorie Club. went into the room to get dressed. Ayesha was also present, but she left her room earlier so that we could spend a few minutes alone. Around then, Aisha was perched on the rear of a dark lion, shaking the shoe of her right foot over and over, and severing the crude blossom buds from a yellow-rose plant mounted on a marble support point close by and tossing them at my feet. As I bent down to remove a bud that had become lodged in my trouser leg, I saw Ayesha's red face and the throbbing bulge of her chest very close to me. Aisha was keeping a close eye on me.

I sat down and glanced at her. I could feel her breath's heat and her beauty's melting glow on my cheeks because she was so close to me. Her pink lips were waiting, slightly parted. I quickly straightened up and threw away a raw yellow rose bud from the trouser leg when I saw Sakina leave the room inside the verandah.

Ayesha snorts, "Coward," like a snake. When she saw Sakina approaching, she then recovered.

Pam Var Masterji and Maggi were also leaving, but not to the club. to stroll along the canal. These three used to walk together to the canal for a few days. Maggie shivered as she felt a chill in her lean body as the temperature dropped today. He said, "Wait," and then he looked at Master Ji and Pam. I'm dressed in my woolen coat as I enter.

Coat of wool. in the summer's venom." Pam asked with a sarcastic tone. However, Maggie did not respond to his inquiry and went inside.

Pam rocked back and forth with her hands on both hips for a brief period of silence. Master Mateen Ahmed was then invited to follow him as he beckoned with a wicked gleam in his eyes. Master Mateen Ahmed paused for a while and looked around, appearing extremely agitated. When he realized that he did not comprehend anything, he followed Pam. Pam was going towards the channel. in addition to Master Mateen Ahmed.

They were both out of sight in a matter of seconds. I saw Master Ji and Pam, who had taken his arm as support, walking as they began to fade from view. That arm, which up until this point had only been used by Maggie. Maggie emerged humming in her light gray woolen coat after they left. When she noticed that Pam and Master G were not present, she once flinched. His coat and face suddenly became gray. When he realized he didn't understand anything, he asked Sakina, "Where are these people?" after the lips stopped humming.

Insensitively, Sakina said, "Gone."

The swaying eyes of Maggie whipped around quickly. like a bird that got hurt suddenly and started crying. "What happened to you, Maggie?" asked Sakina with great rage because she was unable to bear the torture of those eyes. You can't see how old Pam is compared to you.

Maggie looked straight into Sakina's eyes after a brief moment of stuttering. and stressed each word. Is she not a virgin like I am?

After that, Miss Maggie Elliott, an eighty-year-old woman, turned on her heel and stepped out onto the porch with an unwavering sense of pride and held her head high. We were left to watch, unsure of whether to laugh or cry.

Sakina abruptly took a very serious turn. She had turned her back on us and was now moving quickly. Fazal Bhai began to walk quickly behind them.

Aisha gave me a careful look. I smelled a yellow rosebud and said, "No Bud Partner" as I plucked it from the vine.

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ayesha adeel

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