Journey with Chachi - Prelude

I have been reading a few stories on blogs like this and felt I should share mine as well. It's a reality but not a story, in fact, it's a journey. I have gone through a lot of feelings with my Chachi and would like to take you through it. It started at first with Feeling for Chachi to the First touch with wrong (or right) intentions to First sex to our First experience of opening up about our relations to the outside world, to being an exhibitionist and not giving a fuck about what others think. I hope you enjoy the series.

A little bit about myself, I am a software engineer, with a good build, I eat well and go to the gym but not a hunk, Just a likable bodied, struggling with my Job and living in the middle states of the US. These states lackluster with very few opportunities for social interactions unlike other states of the US like California or New York. Especially very few Indians in the city where I live. I have lived in states long enough to get used to US culture. I got married 3 years back to change my life and get some enthusiasm in life and everything was hunky-dory for the first year. After that my wife succumbed to disease and left me alone in this sorrowful world. I try to hide my sorrow by working late hours but after coming home I would try to divert my attention. At this age due to my body needs the only way I can find the diversion is Porn and Strip Clubs. As a single child to my parents, I have taken a major hit as I have already lost my parents a few years back. This double blow left me disastrous and only people I can call mine now was my uncle, aunt, and her daughter.

Let me tell you about them, My uncle is in the construction business in Noida. My sister (their daughter) is happily married but her husband is quite orthodox so only visits them a few 2 days a year. She has been married for some time so I had very few interactions with her for quite some time and has become non-existent to me. Coming to the last person I want to introduce, My Chachi, She is the most humble and down to earth person I have ever met. To the extent that I would sometimes feel she is a bimbo. She is always happy and spreads happiness around her. 

Her happiness lasted for long but like all good things came to end. My uncle suddenly passed away in an accident. I still remember the call I got late July from my cousin's sister that I should fly to Noida immediately. This was the last straw in my relationship with the world. Losing a fatherly figure put me directly in a battle stance with gods himself. They have taken almost everything from me and somewhere within I was feeling free from burden as I felt gods have forgotten me and I do not own them anymore. Sudden changes to my life were giving room for my dark feelings to come out and with the burial of my family, I was burying the good person in me. 

Finally, I had to calm myself and promise myself that this sad feeling has to come to an end. It's time to start a new life.