Since it was still quite early in the morning and only few minutes after it was open it was still deserted. The A/C at the shop was a big welcome. There was no one at the desk and I waited a couple of minutes enjoying the feeling of the cold air brush past my open neck. While waiting, I removed my coolers and my eyes scanned the pictures hung on the wall, some in really seductive poses of professional models taken under cinematic light effects. Since no one seems to be coming, I uttered a loud �Hello�. My voice echoed in the quite room. As they say �Ask and Ye shall receive!� my call was answered in seconds. There was an elderly man of about fifty opened the door from inside the studio and came to the desk wearing a big smile. His name is Chandran Nair I think, my husband�s good friend. I have seen him during one of my previous visits with Ravi and got introduced. Ravi often mentions about his skills and various tricks he taught him. I smiled at Mr. Nair. He was looking fresh (unlike me) and obviously just took a bath and had big stripes of holy ash on his forehead glowing with a pious look and a soft white dhoti. . �What can I do for you madam? Didn�t see you here for a long time madam, I think Ravi gave a bunch of negatives last week. Did you come here to collect it? �. Since he asked the questioned and answered it himself, �You eliminated the need for me to speak. Yes that�s what I am here for� I said with a smile and handed him the coupons. He took it off me and went inside. He came back after a considerable delay with a mischievous smile on his face and told me, �madam, the pictures have come out really nicely�. I then recollected some of the pictures my husband took of us, with the timer settings of the camera. I blushed at the thought of that and suddenly wanted to go home immediately. �Have a look at your snaps here if you want madam. Help yourself with the chair there.� He showed a couch at the corner of the room. Unable to withstand the suspense and the thought of staying for a few additional minutes in the air conditioned room made me walk holding the snaps in my hand towards the couch. While I walked, I felt that mr.nair�s eyes were roaming on my obviously undulating butt cheeks and he is probably busy disrobing my saree with his eyes. I was thinking to myself �Should I have worn my panty?� while I headed for the couch.
Having settled in the couch, I ripped open the envelope as my patience eroded when I attempted to open it in the proper way wasting valuable seconds in the process. There they were. My eyes couldn�t take them all in one go and I wanted to savour this moment as much as possible and as long as I could take. So, I froze in front of each picture for what seemed like an eternity spinning my memory wheels generating all the wonderful thoughts. I was in ecstasy while holding some intimate pictures we took. They have come out so nice. Ravi is going to be extremely happy. My personal photo-tour of our trip took a hit when I was looking at a set of snaps that Ravi took of me at the lake during the sunset. They were his personal favourites when he was shooting them. Saving one, the rest of them seemed to have come out really gloomily. They were supposed to be the erotic collection of his wonderful wife, that�s what he kept calling them. The scene was quite romantic and since not a soul was to be found at the lake side in that evening when we had been there he decided to shoot a few pictures of me devoid of my blouse, covering my tits with the saree. It made me a bit sad to think how Ravi would be disappointed when he sees this. My thoughts were interrupted by mr.nair�s voice. �Madam, what do you think about the snaps? You seemed to be not as radiant as you were a few minutes ago. Is something wrong?� Not being able to hide my crestfallen face, I nodded to him and explained to him about the plight of some of Ravi�s favourite shots choosing not to explain about the snaps in depth. He seemed to have caught on quickly. �Madam, I understand. This happens with conventional photography all the time. That was the main reason why I was prompting Ravi to switch over to the digital. See, this could have been avoided. He could have controlled the lighting better, especially in the sunrise / sunset situations� he paused. I jolted thinking how could he have known? Has he seen those pictures while printing? Anyway, he still wasn�t committal. He might have been referring to the normal photographic rules. He was asking me, �Madam is that your picture that he took and didn�t turn out up to the mark? Although it is hard to believe as any kind of crappy lighting and dumb camera should freeze your image beautiful as you are beautiful as it is�. Blushing and smiling a bit I nodded �yes they were pictures of me that didn�t come out well.� and finished the sentence with a tinge of sadness. �Oh, let�s see what went wrong. Show me madam�, with that he took the envelope lying on the table with pictures on it. Before I could tell him anything he saw those sunset shots as they were the ones I