Short Story: The Secret in her Almirah
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This story by Shevlin Sebastian tells the story of Aparna and takes you through the desert of female desire and the oasis she discovers that changes her life.
One day, Madhavi Menon was sitting with her friend Aparna Krishnan at a first-floor cafe in Kochi. Through the glass panes, they saw buses hurtling past, missing scooters and bikes by inches, while car drivers leaned on their horns, their eyes wild, and their mouths opened in a silent snarl.
Madhavi leaned forward and said in a low voice, ‘I’ll get you a dildo.’
Aparna’s eyes flicked, for no reason, to the deep cleavage in Madhavi’s red blouse. As her ears felt hot, splotches of red spread across her cheeks. Madhavi’s lips pressed together, about to burst into laughter.
She said, “Oh my God, you are blushing.”
“I’m not,” said Aparna, as she took out a handkerchief from her handbag and wiped her face.
