Rubina | The Satin Feel - 1

I remember it was the first year of my college. Even 6 months into the first semester, I didn’t have any friends as I was a loner. But the story actually begins on a rainy day, when I was getting ready for college in morning, and realized that, there were no undergarments in my cupboard. I literally screamed from my room, “Mom, I can’t find my clothes. Where are they?” Mom screamed even louder from the kitchen. “It’s high time you start talking to your mom politely Robin boy”. Then she came into my room and opened another cupboard. It was my sister’s cupboard. I got confused for a second, but then she took out a camisole and a panty from the drawer. She dropped them on the bed and was about to leave. When I stopped her asking, “What the hell is that Mom?”

The moment those words came out of my mouth, I regretted. But I had done the damage already. For the first time in last 5 years, mom slapped me. “Well, you need to be considerate of the fact that your mom works harder every day to make sure that you get everything and this is what she gets in return – your impoliteness? So here is what you’re going to do today. Either you are going to wear what is available or just go like that. Since I have paid a lot of money for your education, you are not going to bunk a single class. At least not for a stupid reason like this – that your underwear is not in your cupboard. Besides, you’re now grown up enough to take care of your own laundry.” But I just couldn’t believe that, this was my mom’s solution. And I shouted again, “Mom, these are didi’s. How can I wear them?” But Mom did not seem to be really taking questions that morning. “Oh so you want your own lingerie? Sorry son, but I’m kind of broke right now, and we can go shopping once my salary is credited.” So I just furiously went into the bathroom and Mom left for the kitchen. When I was done bathing, I came out and saw the camisole and the panty still lying on the bed. They were in white shiny satin. I remember I just stood there for a while. Because, I still couldn’t digest what was happening to me, that too at the hands of my mom.