[Manipuri Sex Stories In Manipuri Language In Pdf Format
Hilke Mcnally
We had not been in India many monthswhen my husband was offered the post ofpolitical agent at Manipur. We were at thetime in a very junior position in Sylhet, aplace which had not fascinated either of usin our short stay there; but as a juniorofficer my husband could not complain. When, therefore, we got a letter one morningoffering him Manipur, we were much elated.Visions of the glories heard of, but not seen,floated in front of both our minds. I picturedto myself the dignity of being the mistress ofa Residency, of possessing servants in scarletand gold, with 'V.R.' on their buttons, and aguard-of-honour to walk out with me whenever I chose. I saw visions of a largehouse and extensive grounds, and I picturedthe ensign of Old England dominating overall. Frank, likewise, had dreams of poloponies that played of their own accord everyday of the week, and visions of many tigersonly waiting to be shot, and snipe roostingin the veranda!
Perhaps some may wonder why suchdreams should be ours, and why we builtsuch castles in the air. Once, many yearsbefore this time of which I write, my husband had passed through Manipur on hisway to England. He had spent a coupleof days there, and had seen the lake in thecompound covered with wild-duck, whichwere almost as tame as the familiar birdassociated, as a rule, in our minds withgreen peas and the spring. He had playeda never-to-be-forgotten game of polo withthree royal princes on a ground worthy ofHurlingham, and he had taken it out ofthe snipe one morning. Small wonder thatthose two days remained in his memory,and made him long for more like them,when it was his fate to be stationed in anuncongenial spot, where polo comes likeChristmas once a year, and which even thesnipe desert. And small wonder, too, wasit that when the letter came, offering himthe coveted post, he jumped at it. Howglad we were, and how we hastened to packup our belongings and depart to the landof so much promise!
Nothing bothered us, not even when ourkitchen was blown down bodily in a galeof wind one night, and our new cooking-pans were damaged, and, worst of all, ourhighly-valued and excellent cook gave noticeto quit immediately. The latter though, Iam glad to say, reconsidered his decision, andon my promising him extra pay and newcooking-pots, he kindly condescended to linkhis fortunes with ours for a further period.All's well that ends well, and the extremesunniness of my temper on that occasionmerited a little reward. A flying visit toShillong, the hill station of Assam and headquarters of the Government of that province,and a hasty return to Sylhet to bid good-byeto the few Europeans there and to collectour possessions, occupied our time until theday arrived which was to see us start on ourlong journey.
We started in boats late one night afterdinner, and slept on the river, while theboatmen rowed us up stream to a place sometwenty miles away, where our horses wereto meet us. It sounds rather pleasanttravelling by boat at night on a broadsmooth river, with the moon shining overhead as only an Indian moon can shine.But the situation loses much of its romancewhen you know the style of boat that wetravelled in. They are small, awkwardly-built machines, rather of the Noah's-ark type,with a roofing made of bamboo coarselywoven into matting, and so low that itnecessitated crawling in on all fours whenyou wished to retire for the night. Anyidea of standing upright had to be abandoned.Once in, you had to lie down and shuffleoff your clothes, and tumble into yourblankets, which were spread upon the floor.Every time there was any steering to do,the vibration caused by the movement of therudder awoke you from your slumbers; and,worst of all, the insects that swarmed in thewoodwork were most numerous and officiousin their unceasing attentions to the unhappyoccupants of the boat.
At every five miles the Manipuris hadThanas for the purpose of keeping a lookout against enemies, and acting as stagesfor the dak-runners. These Thanas werenot always fortified, but the larger ones were,and they had been attacked more than onceby Lushais out on a head-hunting expedition. There was great excitement at ouradvent at all the Thanas, and the Sepoyson guard at each stage turned out in styleand gave us the 'General's salute.' Theyhad a particular fondness for bugling, andthey exercised it on every possible occasion; but I'm afraid they were not struck with ourappearance that day, as we were very tiredand hungry, and covered with mud.
About three in the morning we got ourbeds put up and turned in, longing for sleep,but I hadn't been there an hour before therain, which had poured down in torrents eversince dinner, made its appearance throughthe roof and descended upon my head. Sowe had to get up and move everything, andthen were able to sleep in peace for theremainder of the night. Of course, all ideaof going on the next day was out of thequestion, as servants, coolies, and elephantswere all too tired, and, to add to this, therain never ceased, so I made the bestof things and stayed in bed all day, whilethe coolies busied themselves in making mea dooly out of bamboos, as we found thatmy horse had got a sore back from his longclimb the day before, and my husband decidedthat it would be better to have me carriedthe rest of the way. I had time to noticeparticularly our escort of Manipuri Sepoysduring our halt at this place. We weresupposed to have thirty men altogether, but I never saw more than twelve. Whenmarching, they had counted themselves overtwice by running on ahead directly they hadpresented arms once, and going through thesame performance round the corner, fondlyimagining that we should be under the impression that we had double the number withus. Their uniforms were limited. Therewere about three complete ones amongstthem, and the remainder adorned themselvesin confections of their own. When halting,we were provided with a sentry to keepguard over us all day, and he was relievedabout every three hours, which gave rise to amost amusing scene. A dirty-looking individual came up to the Sepoy on duty, andsaluted him with the ordinary native salaam.The sentry then proceeded to divest himselfof his uniform coat, belt, etc., and rifle, whichhe threw down on the ground; whereuponthe dirty-looking person picked them up,hastily put them on his own manly form,and, having done so, came up to wherewe were sitting and saluted in fine style.The other man had meanwhile disappeared.At night we had two sentries, and they frequently asked us whether they might mountguard in the veranda of our hut. This meantthat before very long they would both be fastasleep upon the floor, snoring so loud that wewere awakened.
When marching, each man went as hepleased and whatever route he pleased. Ifhe were of a lazy turn of mind he slid downall the short cuts, but we generally had oneor two walking in front of us, one of whominvariably possessed a bugle, which he madethe most of by giving us selections on itfrom his own imagination. I believe hemeant well. Their rifles were carried overtheir shoulders, and their worldly possessionswere done up in a cloth and slung on to theend of them in large bundles. The ManipuriSepoy was no doubt a very funny animalindeed.
We left our wet camp at the Makru Riverthe next day, very glad to get out of it,and proceeded on our journey towardsManipur. Every day was the same: up anddown hill all day and a bamboo hut at night;but our experiences of the first day hadtaught us wisdom, and we put the thingswhich we wanted most upon coolies, and theelephants carried the rest, as they went soslowly. The Nagas used to swarm out oftheir villages as we came along to see us,and they were, especially interested in me,as many of them had never seen an Englishlady before. Seven days in the hills, andthe eighth brought us at last to the topmost ridge of the last range, and then Ihad my first glimpse of the valley of Manipurlying beneath us, looking delightfully calmand peaceful in the afternoon sunshine. Itlooked so beautiful to us after the hills of theprevious seven days, stretching away smoothand even as far as the eye could see, andwe stopped on the top of the hill some timefor the pleasure of looking at it. We coulddistinguish far away in the plain the whitewalls of the Maharajah's palace, and thegolden-roofed temple of his favourite god.Just below us stretched the blue waters ofthe Logtak Lake, studded with islands, eachone a small mountain in itself. Villagesburied in their own groves of bamboo andplantain-trees dotted the plain, and betweeneach village there were tracts of rice-fieldsand other cultivation. The whole valleylooked rich and well cared for, and welonged for the next day, which was to seeus at our journey's end.
We were met at the foot of the hill byten elephants and a guard of fifty Sepoys,under the command of a high officer of statecalled Colonel Samoo Singh, who was oneof the most hideous old gentlemen I haveever seen. However, he was politeness itself,presenting us with large baskets of fowls andvegetables, and escorting us to the rest-house,to which we all went mounted on elephantsgaily rigged out in red cloth. I wanted togo on the same elephant as my husband,but the interpreter said 'his Excellency theColonel Sahib' would not like it if we didnot make use of all the elephants broughtout for our glorification, so I proceeded insolemn dignity behind my husband's quadruped. The old colonel came up to thehouse with us, as also did the guard ofhonour; and then after a final salute theyall departed, and left us to our own devices.
Early next morning we were up and readyfor the last seventeen miles into Manipur.We had tried to smarten ourselves up asmuch as possible, as we were to be met bysome of the princes before we reached ourjourney's end, but, alas! a mischievous rathad busied himself during the night by eatinga large hole in my husband's hat and all thefingers off my right-hand glove, and we couldnot get at our boxes to rummage for others,so we had to go as we were.
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