The Principal's Call
She briskly walked up the stairs of the school, dodging the last few students playfully running down. Two senior boys reflexively followed her movement as they crossed. The rhythmic wobble of her full breasts was too difficult to disregard. She saw their interest and somehow liked the attention.
Her daughter, Saakshi was in the 10th standard. She had confided that the school had threatened to keep board exam form back, as she had bunked one of the unit tests. The principal had insisted that her parents visit him.
Rohini Sharma did not want threat to reach Saakshi’s father. Saakshi was a good student but had a rebellious streak, probably passed on from Rohini.
Rohini remembered her early days. She had been a rebel and had been through many adventures. Her parents never wanted a daughter. After she was born they had a younger son. All their love was showered on him leaving her always insecure. While her brother struggled at studies, she was a natural. Like Saakshi, she also did well in all her exams. By her own past, she managed to understand Saakshi’s rebellion.
Saakshi’s father, Mr Ankur Sharma was a short tempered illogical man. He was a difficult person to reason with. They lived with Ankur’s parents. The family was orthodox. Any complaint by his parents would lead to Ankur firing his wife or daughter without any discussion. They wanted a son and blamed Rohini for giving him a daughter. Ankur was also unhappy that Rohini had refused to have more children. They could comfortably afford one child. A second child would have been a stretch. Unknown to her family, she had aborted twice. Fortunately or unfortunately, Saakshi had found her escape in rebellion. School and tuitions helped her stay away from home most of the day. Regretfully, Rohini had no such escape.
She had quickly got ready to reach school before it closed at 5pm. As always she dressed in a saree. An offwhite chiffon with small dark blue birds printed all over. That was the only attire allowed in her married home. She slipped on a dark blue bra under her offwhite blouse to match her birds on the saree.
She had a nice full body and the saree held her body well, enhancing her attractive curves. She knew that at 38, she still made heads turn. The attention helped her feel happy in her insipid life. She was once overheard about being a MILF. She did not know the term but she knew that that the boy had admiration.
She reached the principal’s office. The receptionist was packing up for the day and did not want to deal with a parent now. Rohini smiled at her and requested a meeting with the principal. The receptionist curtly asked “Do you have an appointment?”
Rohini said “My daughter had said that I had to meet the principal today”
Receptionist curtly “Her name and class?”
Rohini “Saakshi, 10th standard division B”
Receptionist “The principal normally meets parents between 3 and 4pm. You are late”
Rohini couldn’t waste this trip. She anyway would have some answering to do when she reached home. “I’ll wait now that I am here. Won’t take much time hopefully. That’s a nice bag you have”
Receptionist smiled for the 1st time “Yeah I like it a lot. Very handy while travelling our trains”
The wait wasn’t long; the principal’s door opened and out came a student with a sprouting moustache. The principal behind him wore a white robe with a cross dangling around his broad chest. His baritone voice suited his looming personality. “You are a big boy. I don’t expect your mother to call for such a complaint in future” he finished with a smile.
The student left saying sorry as he looked at the Rohini.
His receptionist spoke up “She is Saakshi Sharma’s mother. Could you spare a few moments Sir?”
Father Thomas responded “Okay, if you say so. You don’t need to wait do you, Glenda?”
Father Thomas observed Rohini getting up. She had a nice clearly defined features and full figure. He recollected that Saakshi too looked good. The peeping bra strap made its presence felt. He pondered that a bra always made its presence felt.
Glenda with relief “Thank you Sir, also sir the peon will be stepping out to deliver the papers after locking all the classes. There will be no one if you need anything”
