And there she was again, same as always, dressed in her saree, revealing her thin, fair waist with the lower part of her saree tucked right below her navel. It had become a treat for my eyes amidst all the mess I had been living in.

This 34-year-old neighbor of mine, with a body worth desiring, would leave every day at 8:30 am to buy vegetables. Always dressed in her saree, she displayed her waist to the world, which was fair and thin. Her low-back blouse revealed the soft, smooth skin on her back. Her skin would feel like soft butter to me, on which my fingers might slip.