I have for many days now been viewing all these contents without contributing. My life has been good and I all of a sudden thought that I should contribute too. So, this is my first post. Just waiting for your responses.
I'm a medical doctor and this incident happened in the year 2005. I'm young and energetic. It was in Maharashtra and it was that village from which Bird flu spread its wings into our country.
It was a usual, hot summer day. I was in my clinic and the entire place was overcrowded with many patients. I knew it was going to be a long day. I walked out of my room to get some water to drink and a young village girl caught my attention. She was young and very beautiful, the kind of beauty which you find in many of the indian villages. I noticed that she might be around 18 years old or maybe even 19. She had very good assets that hinted that she might be even more older.
But what took me by surprise was that she held a baby boy, who might be 3 or 4 years old. I thought that it was her own child.
I came back into my room without giving much thought to this girl. I continued my job of looking after the rest of the patients until I heard a loud cry ... ... ... ..
"aaaaaaaah, you little demon" ..........
It was the voice of a woman. That's what I thought ...........
atleast at that moment ..............
I was prescribing some medicines to an old woman (around 60-70 years old) who was complaining of chest pain, when I heard this loud noise and commotion. Just as the old woman went out that very young girl who had caught my attention came in literally crying and she was still clutching the young boy in her arms. She was covering herself with a shawl.
I began to talk to her in Marathi and this is what happened after that:
"What is the matter", I enquired
With tears brimming in her eyes she said, "he bit me"
It was unbelievable. "What" I exclaimed. I could see the boy was struggling in her arms.
She again repeated in a loud voice "this little demon bit me, doctor saab"
I made her sit down and asked "where?"
She became quiet, hung her head as if she is ashamed.
I repeated "Where" she said "here" pointing to her breasts
This is getting interesting I thought ...........
There she was a young girl who is pointing to her boobs and screaming "he bit me here". It was kind of a dream sequence situation. I could not believe it and I could not disbelieve it.
"What is the matter with him?" I asked
"My sister thinks that he is not feeling well" she said "He is the only son of my sister" she continued. . . I was relieved to hear her that he was not her son and that she is not yet married.
"He still insists that his mother should breast feed him" she began to narrate her story "when she is away at work I take care of him". At this point I began to examine the boy who was still on her arms. The girl was still looking to be in a lot of pain and discomfort.
The boy seemed to be alright and I just prescribed some vitamin tonic for him.
Now, I proceeded to examine the girl. At first she was not exactly willing, but she was in such pain and discomfort that she took the shawl off her neck.
Oh, what a sight to look at.
Her boobs were so rounded and pushing themselves out of her green coloured salwar kameez. She was not wearing any dupatta over her breasts. Her left boob was as if it had something liquid around the nipple area.
I asked her, "What happened"
"When my sister is away for work, I take care of him" She said "sometimes when he cries inorder to smother his loud cries I used to embrace him tightly to my chest"
I was listening to all this eagerly.
"Somedays, he used to lift my salwar and try to suck my breasts" she continued "but as I have no milk he sucks for a minute or two minutes and then stops"
I interrupted, "Why do you do that?" "You cannot give him milk, can you"
She shyly, with her eyes still glued to the ground, said "When he sucks i feel good"
Then she began to continue "Today, as it was getting late and he was getting very restless and he began to cry" "So I made him, to suck my breasts under my shawl and nobody will notice"
"But as he was expecting to get milk and he did not get it, he bit me very hard" as she was saying her left hand automatically reached to her left breast. I felt that she is still in severe pain.
I asked her "How many more patients are still outside?"
"I don't know" she said matter of factly.
I went out to check and found no one else waiting. She had been the last on queue. I was glad.
I came into the room and asked her to place the boy in one of the many cradles there. She did so.
"Now, sit down here." I said to her. She obeyed without any hesitation. I could still feel that she is in discomfort.
"Now I will check what happened here", saying this I took my hands near her chest area.
She was sitting almost on the tip of the chair and this made her sit back properly. Her milk jugs jerked to action.
I was loving all this.
I once again moved closer on my revolving chair and touched her softly on her left breast. She became a little stiff but I proceeded to press it lightly and she screamed again. . . aaaaaaahhhhh
I asked her to get up and lie down on the examination table and she quietly agreed . . .
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