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T<\/span>he morning I arrive in Lumbini, I watch a woman feed her naked breast to an infant. It is firm and ripe as a musk melon, coating the dewy morning air with the faint fragrance of the quotidian life. We are sitting at an empty caf\u00e9 at the entrance to the garden where the Buddha was born. She can be my queen, Maya. Her husband, Suddhodhana, stretches on a wooden bench, guarding the mother and son. Watching them is a more sumptuous pastoral sight than my meagre breakfast; a muddy cup of tea and stale bread.\n<\/p>

***<\/p>\nIn the evening, after supper and a quick shower, I step out for some air, dressed in a pair of gingham boxers and an old tee \u2013 it\u2019s a d\u00e9shabill\u00e9 look Indian men have mastered on the streets of Goa<\/a>. I walk down the dark corridor to the unlit stairwell [of the lodge], which is used as a dump for broken furniture and torn mattresses. I find my way to the terrace. It\u2019s a starless sky. Clouds have ambushed the moon<\/a>. There\u2019s a hint of a mild current in the atmosphere, or it must be my freshly washed skin tingling from its exposure to cool air after the heat of the water. The terrace overlooks the main street bazaar.\n\nAcross the street is another lodge where two British tourists <\/a>are talking aloud, probably over a beer. It\u2019s too dark to make out their silhouette, especially at a time when the village is experiencing a power outage. I know there\u2019s a boy and a girl, with her laughter making its way to me. Her ladylike <\/a>manners don\u2019t seem to exist. Is she struggling with a gelastic seizure, I wonder. In this serene patch of land, the local ladies would deem her indecorous, but would accept her cash for beer without a word of advice. The girl finds the boy incorrigible.\n\nTheir hoots keep me busy, entertained, as I attempt to pick up the curly end of their sentences, trying to follow their conversation. They\u2019ve just met, it seems. The company of strangers to none is preferable in Lumbini where nothing happens when the sun goes down. It\u2019s as if the village sinks into a meditative stupor.\n

As I lead the carpenter down to my room, we creep past his own where his friend is fast asleep.<\/blockquote>\nThe boy from the room next to mine, the one I have been seeing throughout the day, finds his way to the terrace. Who has told him about me? He must have found it unbearable to sit in his room without electricity. He\u2019s about half my size in the dark. His skin is too dark to register. Night skin? Like the night\u2019s elasticity stretched over the sky\u2019s blue eyes; his small body upright, his hair thick, blacker than black, and his teeth a brilliant white, he smiles to acknowledge another weary traveller <\/a>on the terrace. He speaks to me in Nepali, telling me he is a carpenter and that he is stopping by the village to shop for some work tools while on his way to another village. Names are not yet exchanged.\n\n\u201cPlease don\u2019t mind my saying, but you look like a foreigner, your skin is so white,\u201d the carpenter fawns when I tell him that I am an Indian tourist who happens to follow Nepali because I grew up in Darjeeling. Am I not a foreigner around here? A wheatish-skinned Indian foreigner? I feel swell. He has certainly hit the sweet spot with his tongue. We get talking. Soon, he brings up the two people on the other side of the street, discussing foreigners having sex and what it must be like. Gross and pleasurable at the same time, I think, but I try to deflect using laughter.\n\nHe won\u2019t stop imagining their magical sex lives<\/a>. That\u2019s my first bait. I don\u2019t react. I ask him about his girlfriend. He has one. They have done stuff, he says. \u201cIf I marry her and bring my black wife to mate with you, will my children be fair?\u201d he laughs.\n\nSecond bait. Black humour. I deflect some more.\n\n\u201cYou know in our village eunuchs do things for men. Do you know how they do it?\u201d he asks. I walk away, not sure where he is going.\n\n\u201cCan you please show it to me once? I want to learn how to have sex like you, like white people,\u201d he stands next to me, looking at the empty street below. The carpenter wants to have sex with me. His smile has reached his eyes and his face is illuminated with a readiness to please. Talk has moistened his lips with a sheen that is suddenly glistening and inviting. Or am I being tempted in the land of the sleeping Buddha?\n\nIn the city that I live in, Bombay, it\u2019s a class issue to get this far with a carpenter, but some of my friends have kinks <\/a>\u2013 secretly inviting daily wage labourers home for a sex fantasy to be fulfilled. Autorickshaw drivers get lucky all the time, and sometimes even manage to steal valuables and never get reported. Strangely, but not weirdly, the horny carpenter is turning me on.\n\n\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d I feign surprise, leaning into the wall, keeling over its low boundary, trying to suppress my erection from his view. My body is responding to his desires, unmindful of the colour of his skin, or his caste, or social skills.\n\n\u201cOnly once,\u201d I say, leading him to the dark bay of the terrace landing.\n\nHe kneels down to bury his face in my crotch. I look up at the ceiling and grab his head in nervous excitement. He bobs like a duck. I can hear sloppy sounds echoing in the silence, the soothing silence that is Lumbini. \u201cWe can\u2019t do it here \u2013 it\u2019s not safe,\u201d I pick him up. \u201cWhat if someone comes up and sees us?\u201d\n\nI am suddenly aware of the eyes, the snake eyes in this land of the Buddha. As I lead the carpenter down to my room, we creep past his own where his friend is fast asleep. I had left the lights on; I turn them off. I draw the curtains, switch on the fan, and lie down on my bed as he lays down beside me. I undress him. He is ripped inside the discoloured shirt. Barrel bodied, without a spit of fat, he is a lightweight treasure. I propel him on top of me. Sliding across my nipples, he slurps like a wet puppy; unnerving lip-smacking sounds break through the silence barrier if I may say so. Sucking the air out of my navel, as if performing an ancient ritual, he dives into my crotch, rummaging for a boner, if I may say so again.\n\nMy moral compass had to go for a shock in Buddha\u2019s arbour \u2013 Jesus! If I may say so one last time.\n\nThe boy spends close to an hour worshipping my stony recline position. He keeps the door to the bathroom ajar, so that light streaming from another wall, where a couple is making noises, filters in. He wants the light, to see my colour, a marble slab over which he is running his blunt whip tongue. He would like to fuck me, he says.\n\nHe turns me on my stomach and asks permission to take a jab, \u201cHaal deun (Shall I slip it in)?\u201d his teeth gleam.\n\n\u201cGod, no.\u201d\n\nI cannot allow it. We have no rubber<\/a>. I would have pummelled him if I had. He has a smooth, fuckable body that can be twisted and turned at ease. It is small, fit, and like a toy; a human Rubik\u2019s cube. But how the hell did we get to this? Kissing a lowly carpenter? This is refreshingly enlightening. I hold back my ejaculation. My mind has an iron fist. I help him climax. He sneaks back to his room.\n\nIn the morning, he is sitting by a window in the corridor into which the left window of my room opens. He has the expression of a monkey searching my eyes for a reward. He watches me foaming, toothbrush in mouth, as I am packing my suitcase. He gestures that he would like to come in and sit. I open the door for him. He sits at the edge of the bed. The room is tiny. There is little space to move around. I bend over his body to pick a banana kept on the dressing table.\n\n\u201cHmm,\u201d I shake my head, a banana to shoo him away. He is a primitive type. I assume dangling a treat will do the trick of getting rid of him instantly. But he\u2019s smarter than that. He takes the banana and makes a wish.\n\n\u201cShow me your,\u201d he halts, looks at the towel wrapped around my waist, his eyes at my crotch, \u201cone last time.\u201d His eyes meet mine. \u201cDekhai deu na,\u201d he pleads, peeling the fruit. Now this is awful timing. I show him the door. I lock myself in the bathroom and turn on the water tap to send out a flushing signal.\n\nI manage a half-smile when I run into him at the bus stop later that morning. He is carrying a sack of tools on his shoulder, walking in line with his friend ahead of him carrying metal rods. He walks past the busy bus stop. He is walking down a narrow road, away from where I stand. 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