I remember the first time you made me go down on you. It was on the eve of Diwali and I was just thirteen.
I was busy gawking at the room – which was big enough to fit my entire home in – and felt you move as fast as the mice do in our house when we unroll the bed and spread it out every night. You held me down as I squirmed, struggled and gagged until you shuddered and went limp like the leftover carrots we get for free from the vegetable vendor who takes his cart around the area. I remember opening a couple of doors till I came to the one that was the washroom and I kept puking till I had nothing more to bring out of my stomach and yet I wanted to heave more. I wanted to pee but I was unsure how to use the throne-like seat, which was like nothing I had ever seen before. I pressed my fingers to my eyes, sobbing all the while, and I tried to wash my mouth to get the taste of you out as much as I could… but each time I only felt like gagging more. I was brought here by my Amma… but where was she? I knew I had to reach her, tell her… We had entered together but I had not seen her leave. Did she call out to me? Why didn’t she come back looking for me?
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