For the Mature-Minded

 One.
(I called just before noon, right after watching the film. Purpose: to make amends for last night's quarrel.)
: Tell me, have you seen 'Shapamochan'? The Uttam-Suchitra one?
: I don't know.
: What do you mean you don't know? Have you seen it or not? Just say.
(No answer.)
: What's wrong? Won't you tell me? Still angry about yesterday's conversation?
: Being angry with you is like being angry with a tree. I don't get angry with trees.
(A mischievous idea flashed through my mind. I'd already assumed that though this girl's academic studies were quite good, her Bengali wasn't particularly strong. Very few engineering students have a good language sense. I thought, let me take a risk. What's life without it! Such opportunities for practical mischief don't come every day!)
: Well then, what a relief! You're not angry anymore. That means your rage-release is complete. Right?
: Oh no! Not at all. My rage-release isn't complete yet, there's still some left.
(I thought, oh dear, she's got me! The girl knows what that word means! Now what will she say!)
Nervously I said: So, what would it take for Madam's rage-release to happen?
: (In a somewhat coquettish, demanding tone) You'll have to buy me Mövenpick ice cream. Otherwise my anger won't subside at all!
: Okay, no problem! I'll get it for you this very evening! Then your rage-release will be complete?!
: (In a rather sulky voice) ....... Hmm.
(Feeling . . . . . . . bravo, bravo! The storm subsided even before the rain arrived.)
With joyful heart I silently sang along with Nazrul . . . . . . .
Sweet ice cream, why did you hold so much sweetness, alas!
The silly girl forgot the battle and fell at your feet.

Two.
At first sight I became passionately absorbed in observing it with undivided attention, and after some time my inquiring mind reached this tentative conclusion that further heightening of pleasurable sensations might occur through its embrace. I drew it near, then proceeded to caress its entire body with skillful manipulation of my hands. This increased rather than decreased my inner excitement. In the flush of psychosomatic trembling I resolved to disrobe it without delay and become more immersed in tactile pleasure. Gradually I stripped it bare, and happily, I observed no objection from its side to this nakedness. Then I began advancing while discovering all its secret apertures. Due to my previous inexperience in the refined arts of erotic technique, I was ignorant of what might awaken its senses to ultimate climax and drive it wild. Gradually it became clear that it had experienced a sudden outburst of rage. I understood that without rage-release, its ecstatic cries would remain forever distant. In the aftermath of this realization, while engaging with it in its post-coital pleasure grove in the proper manner, this unexpected insight dawned upon my previously unaspiring self: I should have bought the smartphone much earlier!

Three.
Today what did I witness!! In the chiaroscuro play of lamplight, the cruel sudden appearance of desire incarnate! Oh...!!! What deprivation! What anguish! What burning! Unbearable envy!!!
Today her entire body seemed awakened by the possibility of impending rage-release! All the inner physical warmth and trembling was clear in her eye signals, her gaze. Moment by moment the body quivered and shook. In every rhythmic pore of her flesh, distinct desire awakened. On those rose-pink lips today, by some strange moment's magic, not even the final dam of modesty remained! I saw that in the rhythmic trembling of those paired lips, dissolving in streams of love-essence, the disheveled expression of those enchanting eyes closing in lustful gasps and shivers! That beauty seemed to want to mix everything inside her mouth with the skillful movements of her lips like one possessed. Tongue, lips, teeth, saliva—everything merged and became one! As if this infinite thirst should never end, that celestial nymph wished this again and again with heart and soul. Today's enchantress was possessed by the intoxication of deep kisses! Kiss upon kiss, the young woman kept offering herself as sacrifice to quench all bodily fire in that hot flame, moment after moment. Today she would not let go without taking and giving everything completely. The thousand-year-old eternal storm awakened throughout her body and mind seemed like it would never stop today. The clock hands hadn't stopped, but seemed frozen in time. Even if today's evening passed and night ended and dawn came, all the singing birds would sit there having forgotten their songs! Even in the gentle touch of sunlight, this intimate play of kisses would not end. Let there be rain, let storms blow, let the seven seas rage; the play would only continue. Let winter give way to spring, spring to summer, summer to monsoon, monsoon back to winter—whatever may come and go; this enchanting Charulata cares nothing for it; even autumn and late autumn would lie prostrate in between! Alas! Even the helpless cool indifference of changing seasons! When a woman's body's primal thirst awakens, I saw today, hidden away, and felt in some inexplicable trembling, how much intoxication kiss-thirst creates, how it drives one mad. When the body-awakening moist touch of desire from the tip of her tongue moved past her slender pink lips in rhythmic cadence, crossing her hair, forehead, cheeks, chin, neck, and moving downward, I saw tremors like dense butterfly shivers awakening in her body with excitement; ah! In the lustful sway of her body's foliage and the ecstatic dance-style of her pupils, even today's enchanted evening was swaying. Truly!!
O envy-inducing ice cream, your ice cream life is blessed! O God! If I have done even this much good in this life, send me as ice cream in the next birth. Even in a brief, fleeting lifespan, there is joy in spending life in eternal happiness! What value does an endless lifespan shrouded in sorrow have, tell me?