Imagine Real

Sunday I came to Professor Banerjee with homework done. He acquainted me with a couple. Mr. Ratan Banerjee , Aero-Engineer and his wife Mrs. Message in a bottle, sorry Mrs . Alokona Banerjee. They were young. Mr Banerjee was a trainee in Rolls-Royeche after his Mechanical Engineering degree from Jadavpur University, now he is a consultant and they live in Shibpur, Mandirtola , Howrah. He listened keenly then asked for the fitness test certificate of the aeroplane with, model, make, year of commissioning , Safety Pep talk evidence with signatures, and asked whether the black box could be retrieved. I gave him all other information but the black-box. I said smiling that the sea is so calm their that Greek or Turkish navy couldn't approach , they called Russian help. We have to wait. Then he asked that whether I could interview the ATC people of the island's Aerodrome. I was affirmative though humbly informed that the pendrive I left in Hotel , Mrs Alokona Banerjee was silently laughing putting her palm on mouth. She asked is your pen drive is disposable with another ? I said absolutely. It is a very good one. Everybody in the room was laughing , why, I couldn't understand. Prof Banerjee said, live him, still if his nose squeezed you may get milk. He is too innocent. Mr Ratan Banerjee invited me next day evening in his Sibpur, Mandirtala residence. I agreed , That's only one and half hour journey from my local gurdian and shelter giver Sukanya's house, Belghoria.
I saw Mrs Banerjee , wife of Prof Banerjee is standing at the door inside biting her lower lip with the dents. I saw an unknown thunder ⚡ in her eyes flushing and the meadow calling early by the sharp one PM in the eyes of Mrs Alokona Banerjee. The thander roard silently " mor ge ja" (go to die) .
I was very punctual at Shibpur Mandirtola by one PM noon sharply.
Alo boudi welcome with a never auctioned in London auction smile. When she showed her envelop in the closed door. I was speechless to see the envelop was never opened before. She was 28yrs and My self was 45yrs. I was eager to know the scripts written in the letter. I looked her to request. The licence to kill was illuminated in Vermillion on her forehead. No astrologer ever read my forehead it was my misfortune.I understood the permission to read the letter , opening the never opened envelop shouldn't be requested to a hungry tigress. Which needs, only complete surrender to her feet. Now she can either grand Slam you or grass court-ship. She yorn my muscular fabrics, then counted my bones, segregated the muscles in two sets, involuntary and voluntary and skeletal muscle and smooth muscle groups. Then with a talen of a god gifted surgeon physician she coloured yellow through my sympathetic nerve from facial nerve junction to the heart through the third cervical cosherooka of my spine. Then squeezed some serotonin from the pituitary gland and raced adrenaline and not adrenaline to pump and awaken my gonadotropic hormones , then the organs put on her choice list was vast different from the others. She rationally chose the vas difference and the seminal vesicles opend together at urethra. She was operating in a snake charmers rhythm. Her choices blushed informed me the demise of Pareto-optimality and marginal diminishing utility . It is such an item you can never say this is over-fluence . She now artisan her instrument to play the tune. The sympathetic nerve was pathetic with the Mrs behave with the left bundle of my ❤️ heart . Then the illusive g-spot was unbelievably was just a small black stone cladding silver ear-ring . Then she certified my psycho-pathetic strength. Being satisfied, she took my private part strongly within her writing palm. It was in attention position for long. She attended with her lips, then with the other pair of lips and ordered me to sail the court-SHIP. Someone told me from the neighbourhood later that he heard the whistle from Banerjee house but couldn't understood whether it was from pressure cooker or from the Deja Vu from his younger maritime life and now in merry-time biscuits with caffe Latte. Other way Mrs Banerjee took the control of the kite, putting me in the first captains seat in the flight into deep sky with a UFO Goodby .