Janu, The Mountain Bird

It was shameful for me and my classmates to call it a school. A straw roof shed, leaking out of monsoon rains, with three teachers to be taught in all four standards, where the science teacher was moved to another place.

Jano was great to me, but she failed twice and we became classmates.

Baba worked in the Gulf and rarely returned home.

Jano lived in the next plot in a hut, with her parents, who worked on a daily basis, doing odd jobs. They were helpful for what, at home work. She helped her study, because she was weak in all subjects.

The hills where we lived were full of small expanses and wild trees. Jano and I were roaming around and we were missing fruit and berries. Using my slingshot, I was able to design mango carefully, even at a good height and dropped it with a stone. The mango was really very delicious. We used to share everything and left our parents shares.

Bunny, porcupines, wild birds, honey etc. were also sometimes available.

Or we were fishing fish. Jano was an expert in catching them in the tables. It was not great, but that was all we had, so the nearest market was miles away.

There was a post office, two miles from our school. When the mail man was hesitant to walk every day, he only came once a week. I brought Jano on my bike and brought messages and kitchenware on other days. He was reluctant to send me alone because I was too young, although I felt I was big enough.

One day, Jano noticed a big ball of something I had never seen before. It was full of fibers and could break Janu easily. She said that wild elephant dung should hurry to the house, because the animal was close by.

We barely moved a few yards, when she suddenly pulled me, and climbed a hill, from the top that we could absorb the surrounding areas. I was panting. She held me close and asked me to look at the stream below.

I could not believe my eyes! There were twelve of these large and small animals, swimming and playing in the water. When a child tried to escape to the ground, his mother pulled him out. I felt sorry for that, but Jano said it was necessary to learn to swim. When Jano knew she was safe, we went home.

One day we were bathing in the river. I noticed that she had breasts like lotus sprouts. Circles around the tips were small and pink. What was dark. I asked her why he was. I just smiled and accepted me.

On our way from the post office, a truck stopped near Janu. The driver took her physically and was about to return to his cabin. Everyone was watching and the girl screamed and screamed: Let me alone.

I always carry my slingshot and a small bag full of stones. In no time, a large stone hit the back of the driver. He fell down and soon we rushed home. After that, Geno was not allowed to go to the post office. Become a hero.

With the addition of standards 5 to 7 to our school, I begged with Papa to let me complete my studies there. I did not want to leave Janu.

We extended our mountain path to the hills several miles away, carrying our food. When we noticed a man wearing trousers and a shirt comes with a tribal woman, completely naked, except for a few leaves around her thigh. Jano Lee pointed to hiding ourselves in the jungle and watching it. They looked around and saw no one in the surrounding areas, putting the woman on the grass. The man removed his trousers and inserted his big penis into the hole between her thighs. Then he went to put it, pulling and repeating the process for a while. After that, I gave her some money and they went away.

Jano asked what all this meant. She was very enthusiastic.

I asked: Do you want to do it? Come.

Then she also removed her skirt and asked me to pull off my wear. Her thighs were opened and her thighs opened wide, exposing the slit, which was pulled between her hands. Do you see a hole?

I saw one, very small, through which I could only insert a penis tip. Then I pressed the buttocks firmly against the thighs, when my penis entered her entire hole. I have experienced a heavenly feeling.

Then I knew what to do.

The peak was so exciting that we wanted to do it every day.

I asked her: How did you learn this?

Sometimes, my father worked at daytime as well. Then I saw him through the keyhole of the door.

But "our honey" cut his fate.

He pulled me out of the mountains and took us to Dubai where I completed my studies and started my own work. I was married ten years ago. We have no problems.

Are you still thinking of Rat Mountain?

My wife woke me up from my pleasant memories and gave me a cup of hot tea.

Do not let the innocent girl a mouse, I protested.

It's something new about Janu. I did not say anything about our secret meetings.

I asked: Why do not you look for them?

I wrote letters to the mail manager; he never showed up.

She: Next time we go to India, we must go personally. I also want to see her.

So we searched maps and set a point in the Vindhya ranges. We had to contact forest officials who helped us to get to the post office.

The unrecognizable region is changed. Motorized roads and buildings with balconies were not common.

Near the school was her hut, without any change. I rushed there and was shocked to see an old woman without teeth, her hair was white and her face was curly with wrinkles .... Is it Jano?

She came and rested her face on my shoulder and left my shirt with heavy tears. I tried in vain to hide my tears.

Jano Yannouh: I lost everything. My first son was then my husband.

I did not know what to say. I gave her a thousand rupees and left, and promised to return again.