It was my husband’s idea, to visit the Ashram, since I never heard about the Ashram before and he thought it to be a good thing to visit the nice pl...ace before we start on our journey in life together. December unfortunately is a very busy month in theAshram, with lot of foreign crowd gathering to escape the cold winter months of Europe and also there are lots of Festivities. We reached the Ashram on the 2nd of December morning. We were dead tired, especially since it was only 4 days after our. As the area was little remote the shops were like the market to us. And very often we would visit them for daily needs. It was when I went to the sweet shop to purchase some sweets and found a lady on the counter and a man [ perhaps her husband ]. This was the first time I saw both of them in that shop and after little inquiry found that they have purchased that shop from the earlier owner recently. I was astonished to see the lady in her mid 30’s wearing green saree cum ghagra dress, fair in. Some self abuse of an extraordinary body, just because, just because she could. Just like she was doing right now. Sitting right back, playing with her nylon clad legs. Making that rasping sound, making those resonations travel up and down her leg flesh. Taking a deep deep drag then inhaling deeply. Blowing out the smoke as she let the fingers of her idle hand rise gently over the satin and transparent nylon swell of one breast. Just the one breast got the fingers. Circling the nipple and. He will not be able to tolerate this. I still love him. I really do. If it makes you feel better, I could assure you that I don’t love this man at all. He is just a toy.” She is looking at my eyes. I can clearly see so much sorrow in her eyes. Don’t know why or how but I am 100% certain that she is telling the truth. There is no lie in it.Suddenly, the big man felt on his knees. And he is touching my feet. “Please madam!” He is begging. “Please forgive me. I though you are also a part of our.