Eureka!

I had found it!

It was this:

“I was very interestedly noticing the movement in the nipples. They were not simply two pointed lumps of flesh, rather they had a greater role to play in this most creative of all the games on earth played by two crazy but creatively disciplined people.

They moved.

Up!

Still higher!

More!

A nice game!

I don’t know why, but the two pairs of our four eyes were continuously watching her nipples moving in space as if involuntarily on their own.

And as they reached a particular height, they started widening away from each other, still going up in the process further.”

As we started working independently with her nipples, I changed the order of the two movements in them.

This time I asked her to widen them first, which she did.

Now I asked her to move them up keeping them wide as they were.

She tried but couldn’t raise them too high while keeping their width intact.

If she tried hard to do, the width would get lost.

I decided to take the initiative in my hands.

I went to the back of the chair she was sitting on, and placed my arms under her armpits.

My elbow joints were touching her armpits and my hands were free to maneuver the placement of her shoulders taking care of the width between her two nipples.

Now my elbow joints started raising her armpits up slowly and gradually, my hands taking care that her shoulders wouldn’t squeeze themselves in.

AND IT STARTED GETTING DONE!

She started having a feeling of stretch in between the two gums of hers at their ends first.

As I went on raising her armpits further up, the stretch between the two gums went on getting extended to their centers as well.

There was a stretch in her ear lobes two.

As I further raised the pits, her total face was in a state of uplifted stretch, the stretch centering itself on to a point on the top of her head where the crown chakra is located.

She started feeling giddy.

As she did so, I slowly and gradually went on reducing the height of her widened nipples by lowering her armpits and made her relax on her chair.

But she wouldn’t!

Her total body along with her full face went on stretching further and further on it own of its own as if the whole thing was getting done involuntarily now.

She went straight like a log while still sitting in her chair.

And as it straightened further, her body pushed the chair back and dropped her on the floor.

I immediately held her head from getting hit on the floor and put it on my knees.

She had gone semi-unconscious.

Giddiness had done this to her.

She took around 5 minutes to come over it and again stood up to take her seat on which she was supposed to sit.

But now her gums were still feeling a stretch in between them, even when she was not doing any maneuvering with her nipples.

Her ear lobes were also stretched the same way.

In fact, her total face had gone stretched, as if forever!

I stopped the session here and asked her to keep me informed about everything she was going to feel in her body in the next few hours as well as in the next few days before we met again for our next session to take things further toward total health.

Then it happened that a lady in her 40s, a patient of spondylitis, came to me and told about her chronic condition. Her shoulders, neck and the back portion of her head pained badly immobilizing her in these parts of her body, especially in winters.

She had already tried every medical aid that was possible and available to her but to no benefit at all.

Her eyes had just started going presbyopic too.

I offered her my training program, which she immediately accepted to undergo in order to get her spondylitis treated for good if it could.

She hadn’t had any alternative left with her!

I started working on her body.

This time I was working in the light of the insightful knowledge that my previous intensive experience with my friend had provided me with.

We started with her solar plexus again.

Her thoracic diaphragm went up exactly as it had happened so with my friend.

The shoulders went raised up too.

But her jaws were not getting affected. The collarbones moved toward the neck at both the sides. Even the point of her pelvis that her body was resting upon in her seat moved away from her anus toward her vagina. Her hips were pulled tightly back too. Her un-squeezed anus also tilted her legs including her thighs and her knees centering her feet toward her big toe rather than toward her small one.

But the jaws were not getting affected.

The first session ended and she went back maintaining what she had learned during the session.

When she again met me after a week, she reported she had a lot of improvement as far as her spondylitis was concerned.

But I was not satisfied since I knew that the real improvement always accompanied the face-lift along with the body-lift as such.

In fact I knew she would never be able to keep her body lifted unless she lifted her face too.

How would it be done?

Then suddenly it came to my mind that the raising of nipples which I had taken as a result of the entire process, could very well be the cause of it, and as it came to my mind it gave me a kind of eureka feeling galore!

Eureka!

I had found it!

It was this:

“I was very interestedly noticing the movement in the nipples. They were not simply two pointed lumps of flesh, rather they had a greater role to play in this most creative of all the games on earth played by two crazy but creatively disciplined people.

And as they reached a particular height, they started widening away from each other, still going up in the process further.”

Now I took it as an independent maneuver in itself, and not a result of the entire body-lifting process.

And I started the entire process again inverting it on its head anew.

Next week I’ll be taking you along on the new journey that we started traversing afresh in order to take care of the very basic root of her spondylitis that had made its home in her body mind system.

Thus my brain ended its exploration of her female body along with my own, i.e., a male one, as far as the question of mind body connection as an on-off switch in the human body was concerned.

Now the question that remained was where to pinpoint the switch.

The parts of the body that had played their roles in this entire exploration were (with excerpts in blue):

1. The solar plexus: As she lifted her solar plexus while sitting on a chair without taking its rest on her back, she reported the back portion of her pelvis coming in closer contact with the seat.

2. The thoracic diaphragm: I will replace the word solar plexus with the thoracic diaphragm – its more concrete counterpart in the body.

In the anatomy of mammals, it is a sheet of muscle extending across the bottom of the ribcage. It separates the thoracic cavity from the abdominal cavity and performs an important function in respiration.

It is crucial in respiration: in order to draw air into the lungs, it contracts, thus enlarging the thoracic cavity and reducing intra-thoracic pressure (the external intercostal muscles also participate in this enlargement). When it relaxes, air is exhaled by elastic recoil of the lung and the tissues lining the thoracic cavity in conjunction with the abdominal muscle which act as the antagonist pair to it’s contraction Antagonist (muscle).

I had directed my friend to raise her diaphragm at its center.

3. Shoulders: She said it had started sending her shoulders up.

4. Navel: She was also feeling a pressure exerting below her navel.

5. Jaws: Also her jaws had gone pressed up backward a little.

6. Pelvis: The point of her pelvis that her body was resting upon in her seat had moved still further away from her anus toward her vagina.

7. Collarbones: Now the collarbones started moving toward the neck at both the sides, as she reported it.

8. Lower Eyelids: I noticed that her lower eyelids had risen considerably up to cover a large portion of her white below her round, black iris.

9. Upper Eyelids: The upper eyelids had risen high up too, turning her eyebrows into a bow.

10. Lips: Her lips had gone thinner and wider.

11. Head: She said she was feeling her head was lifting itself involuntarily, despite herself.

12. Hips: My eyes wandered lower on her body.

Her thoracic diaphragm was raised high up in the space taut like a stretched bow in its entire width tucking her abdomen below her naval beautifully in, highlighting the two lines separating it from the thighs going sharply down to her pubic hair.

Not only this, but her hips were pulled tightly back too; giving a real beautiful curve to her lower back while they themselves had gone wide leaving her anus un-squeezed contrary to it generally is kept by the people habitually, i.e., a squeezed one.

I saw the un-squeezing by making her repeat the procedure.

13. Thighs, Knees, and Feet: Her un-squeezed anus also tilted her legs including her thighs and her knees centering her feet toward her big toe rather than toward her small one.

Her entire body was looking like being raised in the air as if she were wearing high heels in her feet.

But her feet were bare!

14. Nipples: I was very interestedly noticing the movement in the nipples. They were not simply two pointed lumps of flesh, rather they had a greater role to play in this most creative of all the games on earth played by two crazy but creatively disciplined people.

They moved.

Up!

Still higher!

More!

A nice game!

I don’t know why, but the two pairs of our four eyes were continuously watching her nipples moving in space as if involuntarily on their own.

And as they reached a particular height, they started widening away from each other, still going up in the process further.

15. Arms and Hands: It immediately gave a tilt to her arms centering her hands toward her thumb rather than toward her small finger.

16. Eyes: I looked at her eyes.

They had fire in them.

“Where does it all take us?” I thought.

Next week we shall be going into assimilating it all.

Our dance-of-passion was turning us agile and flexible… more and more and more… with the passage of time!

We started maneuvering our bodies in otherwise almost impossible patterns with individual postures that were real beautiful to look at.

The bodies were going on stretching beyond limit, and the more they stretched the more they went energetic.

But there was not even a single trace of any effort exerted on our part.

It was as if energy itself was doing it to us.

The dance of energy!

Energy dancing on its own tune of its own passion!

Energy was dancing on its own beat as well. The two bodies would come closer and before they could touch each other, they would part away with a jerk and as they moved away they would slow down like the swing of a pendulum; and as the swing was over, the bodies again came back with a jerk closer to each other in a new, different gesture until they tended to merge into each other but stopped at the verge of doing so in the most disciplined and controlled way, only to get parted with a jerk again.

Our bodies were arched like bows and elongated like tight ropes, on which we were walking with our full awareness, but as spontaneously as a bird flies in the high skies.

Gravity had ended for us during the period of our dance that we were dancing together. It was as if we were just floating in the mid air without caring to move our feet an inch.

It was energy that was doing it on its own.

The dance kept on going more and more vigorous, as well as softer and softer.

The hard rock and the romantic melody as two in one together!

Then it happened that we forgot we were two bodies dancing, rather we became the motion expanding and contracting that this dance was.

We were not moving a single step on our own.

It was motion that was doing it to us without our knowing what the next step was going to be.

And then happened a miracle. I forgot that she was separate from me. I could predict what her next step was going to be with 100% accuracy.

I was watching the two of us dancing somewhere from outside of us.

And I was not I!

I was she!

And she/I or we were watching the two of us dancing somewhere from outside of us.

We were one.

The bodies were two, but in complete synchronization with each other!

We were no more our bodies; we had gone extended in our energies… together!

“What’s our real nature…as human beings basically?” – she felt like going still deeper into it.

“I think exactly what we are doing right now!” – my body leaned nearer over hers.

She laughed aloud.

“No, I am serious.” – I said.

“Really?” – her breath was hitting my lips.

“Yes. We are humans. We are not animals any more. We have a brain, which is the ultimate source of human joy. And human joy is different from animal joy.” – I was sensing every single word of what I was speaking.

“You mean to say, our brain is our nature?” – her eyes widened a little more than before.

“Only if we let it work independently…on its own!” – my eyes were enjoying the widening of her eyes.

“Do we ever stop it?” – she went a bit puzzled.

“Our mind does, always.” – I stated as a matter of fact, as it was to my sensitivity.

“Is mind different from brain?” – she went interested.

“Rather opposite…180 degrees!” – I smiled.

“Is mind not our nature?” – her curiosity was increasing.

“Not the least! It’s only a mapping of our past thought structure, which we keep intact in our psyche. And then we tend to locate every new sensation somewhere or the other within this old pattern of thoughts forcibly and thus kill its spirit of being something unique to THIS moment of perception.” – I was perceiving her with my full intensity.

She said NOT a word and kept looking at me with her mouth wide open. I felt like hugging her tight and kissing her with all my might.

“Like right now I am feeling like hugging and kissing you wild like an animal, but that’s only what my body knows to do… and it has come to know it from its past animal experience that its mind has given to it.” – I felt much relieved after having uttered these words.

“And your brain has refused to listen to your mind?” – with her expressions, by taking her tongue out, she was trying to excite my animal instincts naughtily.

“Yes, because it’s wanting to search our true nature…yours and mine! And it is ready to face the biggest adrenalin challenge for its sake.” – I ALMOST hugged her without touching her body even at one single point.

She followed suit.

Our bodies went charged with the highest voltage of sexual energy but we wouldn’t let it discharge.

And the bodies went dancing on their own in beat with each other in their wildest but the most disciplined maneuvers.

It was the dance of energy that our bodies had become charged with, and we weren’t letting them discharged!

It was the dance of Shiva!

It was the dance of Shakti!

It was the dance of Shiva and Shakti!

It was our nature!

It was our energetic self!

Rather it was energy as such.

Or was it nature itself at its purest?

“It’s an adrenaline challenge to my being.” – she broke the silence.

“Yes, but a cool one. We are not letting the temperature run high.” – I added my comment.

“What’s the use?” – as if she was asking it to herself!

“What use is living on earth?” – I countered.

“It’s beautiful.” – she blurted.

“Isn’t our game beautiful too…more enjoyable than sex?” – I wanted to know her reaction.

“It’s posing a bigger adrenaline challenge.” – she stated.

“So it is this adrenaline challenge only that makes things more beautiful. Am I right?” – I wanted her confirmation.

“You mean sympathetic nervous system in action!” – she was moving slow.

“Exactly! That’s what we see in all the beautiful things on earth. They rush adrenaline to your body.” – I tried to move slowly too.

“But it turns it very hot…” – she went apprehensive.

“And we are forcing it to be there, and stay cool too!” – I smiled at the naughty innovation of my game we were playing.

“Generally no one lives in this sympathetic mode for long.” – she said while feeling her sensations she was having in her body.

“Because it’s too hot to bear for long. But if we are able to engineer it to remain cool, we never need going to the boring parasympathetic mode back ever. Life would turn so beautiful then…every single moment of it!” – I was dreaming of a heaven on earth.

“Aren’t we going against nature by doing so?” – she gave a voice to her doubt.

“Isn’t what we are doing a part of nature too? I mean, our nature!” – I countered her attack.

“Nature going against nature!” – she murmured as if to understand the anomaly more clearly.

“It always happened in the past so. That’s how we turned humans from monkeys. Evolution!” – I went awed.

“Wrong evolution killed dinosaurs and life on earth.” – she gave me a real adrenaline challenge this time.

“Also the chimpanzee could have broken its backbone in its attempt to stand on its twos!” – I again countered.

“You mean we are the two evolved ones who got this mutation in their crazy genes somewhere in the body or in the brain and they are paving way for the mankind to come along a new evolution path?” – her tone was naughty enough to tease me terse.

“Evolution has always been a crazy affair widening the horizons of nature itself.” – I blunted her edge.

“Nature is not a perfect entity, you mean to say!” – she went curious.

“Not only that, nature does make mistakes as well! And it pays for them too. It paid it at the time of dinosaurs, but it got rewarded at the time of Homo sapiens evolution. We are very much a part of nature. We ARE nature. Aren’t we?” – I was feeling I was going into a trance.

“And our adrenaline challenge too!” – she was getting enthused.

“I think human brain is the epitome of what nature created till date on earth. And our adrenaline challenge is getting generated here only!” I took her head into my palms and pressed it soft with a smile on my lips.

“Let’s take our game deeper into sensitivity.” – she suggested me with an enthusiasm of a kid in her voice.

“How that?” – I was enjoying looking at her excited face.

“Let’s do that all what we would have done, had we been having sex together; but without touching each other.” – her voice had a chirp of a bird.

“Let’s start!” – and we moved on to the most intense enactment of a game that we were not to play at all.

We were breathing into each other’s mouth but our lips took care not to touch each other.

It was a maddening experience, but this madness had a great discipline of its own.

It was rather the most beautiful passion that I had felt in my body-mind system ever in my life.

My lips went forward toward her nipples.

I noticed she was keeping an eye on my lips as if they were the keen spectators of the most interesting game ever played on earth.

My breath hit her nipples.

She seemed to go out of her control for a moment, but then she immediately regained her composure and kept looking at my lips that were no less disciplined in keeping theirs!

What a game was it!

I was very interestedly noticing the movement in the nipples. They were not simply two pointed lumps of flesh, rather they had a greater role to play in this most creative of all the games on earth played by two crazy but creatively disciplined people.

They moved.

Up!

Still higher!

More!

A nice game!

I don’t know why, but the two pairs of our four eyes were continuously watching her nipples moving in space as if involuntarily on their own.

And as they reached a particular height, they started widening away from each other, still going up in the process further.

It immediately gave a tilt to her arms centering her hands toward her thumb rather than toward her small finger.

I looked at her eyes.

They had fire in them.

I noticed that her lower eyelids had risen considerably up to cover a large portion of her white below her round, black iris.

The upper eyelids had risen high up too, turning her eyebrows into a bow.

Her lips had gone thinner and wider.

She said she was feeling her head was lifting itself involuntarily, despite herself.

It was a total face-lift operation without any surgery turning her to be ‘the most beautiful woman on earth’ at that particular moment!

“Beauty is a dynamic phenomenon in action and not a static treasure in existence.” – I thought – “Beauty is the spirit of playing game!”

My eyes wandered lower on her body.

Her thoracic diaphragm was raised high up in the space taut like a stretched bow in its entire width tucking her abdomen below her naval beautifully in, highlighting the two lines separating it from the thighs going sharply down to her pubic hair.

Not only this, but her hips were pulled tightly back too; giving a real beautiful curve to her lower back while they themselves had gone wide leaving her anus un-squeezed contrary to it generally is kept by the people habitually, i.e., a squeezed one.

I saw the un-squeezing by making her repeat the procedure.

Her un-squeezed anus also tilted her legs including her thighs and her knees centering her feet toward her big toe rather than toward her small one.

Her entire body was looking like being raised in the air as if she were wearing high heels in her feet.

But her feet were bare!

All her thrust below her abdomen had centered on her pelvis, just behind her vagina shifting from in front of her anus where it was before she had jumped into playing the game we were in.

I went back and looked at her total body from a distance with an aesthetic appreciation in my eyes.

I had not seen such a beautiful woman on earth before, who till a few minutes back before she had plunged into playing this game was having nothing so extraordinary in her body, face and her total being the way it was.

The way it was and the way it turned to be were pointing to something of real importance in the human life that we live from moment to moment!

“Money must have been invented to keep an account of the private property that one owned, in a quantitative way; so that one could better be sure of how much her/his worth is.” – she mischievously took my wallet out of my pocket and started counting the notes.

“My worth!” – I laughed aloud, joined by her.

“In fact, our God…now!” – she was looking at the notes with a sense of disgust on her lips. I found them beautiful and felt like kissing them. I told her so.

“I won’t say no if you decide to do so, but should we? Are we going to fall in the trap of sex, like our ancestors fell in the trap of money?” – she kept my wallet back into my pocket.

I kept looking at her.

“Isn’t it that we are here for some other purpose more important than that? Won’t it sway us with it away from our subtlety of which we are at the peak right now?” – she was looking at me with a great interest.

“You mean, sensitivity?” – I clarified.

“Exactly! I never found my body as sensitive as I am feeling it to be right now. It’s very subtle, it’s very vulnerable, it’s very deep inside the skin.” – she was really enjoying her own body sensations.

“Shall we take it deeper than that?” – an idea struck my mind.

“How? What?” – she was curious.

“Let’s play a game. Let’s come closer to each other’s bodies with different parts together exciting our sexuality to the heights of it, just taking care that the two don’t touch even if they are a millimeter apart only. How close can you come to me and still keep your composure intact?” – I was feeling I was suggesting an impossible thing to do.

“It’s a tremendous idea!” – and she leaned upon me, her body having just the closest shave with mine, which by now had followed her suit.

I was awed.

“Tell me if this sensitivity is a greater joy or is money a bigger one.” – she was fully composed in her tone.

“What if I hug you right now…?” – I was more curious than anxious.

“Somehow I feel this subtle sensitivity that I am perceiving for the first time in my life, will die away. Pleasure may replace it. The sexual pleasure! But has it ever given you as much as we are getting right now? Tell me honestly.” – her eyes were just touching mine at their lashes and her lips… just to break into mine!

“I’m able to see into your eyes as clear as a crystal from such a short distance as almost not!” – I was nearly screaming with joy.

“That’s what sensitivity is, I suppose.” – it was sounding like she was speaking through her eyes.

“And pleasure?” – I again went curious.

“That brings us back to the level of skin again, I suppose. No, I don’t suppose…I am feeling it…not even feeling, I’ve rather come to know of it.” – there was a tone of insight into her voice – “It turns us greedy like what money does to us.” – she pointed toward my pants out of which was my wallet peeping out!

“So pleasure doesn’t give us joy, you mean to say…” – I had started appreciating her mental prowess by now.

“Exactly, that’s what I’ve just come to realize…it is sensitivity only that does so.” – her eyes were glowing with joy.

“And pleasure kills it….” I was trying to join the pieces.

“No, falling into the trap of pleasure, i.e., greed does so. If pleasure is there without greed, there is no problem; but it’s like keeping yourself dry in the midst of deep water!” – she started laughing.

“Or like keeping yourself unattached though surrounded by the piles of money!” – I extended her simile.

“Money spoils our sensitivity…” – she started commenting when I couldn’t hold myself from taking over.

“Yes, money does turn us insensitive!”

“No, there was another thing called private property that came before marriage did, I think.” – she tried to fill up the gap I supposedly had overlooked.

“How that? And why so?” – I went curious.

She gave me a piercing look and then smiled at me.

“Why should it have pinched a male if he didn’t know who his kid was? Why did he feel at a loss owing to this suspense that was such a natural phenomenon of tribal life?” – she was now exciting my wits too, along with my body.

“Missing my-ness!” – I hypothesized.

“Why, the whole tribe was HIS!” – she redirected my arrow back toward me.

“Searching for a cozy, personal, private corner of his!” – I further hypothesized.

“But why should he have needed that? It could only have been so if and when the tribal strings might have gone weak enough to hold its members tight. Don’t you think so?” – she held my hand tight and then loosened her grip to break the same with a blow of her other hand onto it, sending a chill through my spine… I don’t know whether up or down!

“O yes, we were in tribes because we worked in groups with tools that were a tribal property, for hunting and gathering food, together. But then we invented growing seeds and started farming in the fields turning ourselves into individual farmers.” – I somehow held my composure. I was finding it was easier for her to hold hers than it was for me to hold mine. Was it because I was a male?

“So my tools must have become my private property…a male’s his and a female’s hers!” – she naughtily pointed toward my clothes on my body and hers lying at a side – “Like these ones are yours – your private property; and those ones, mine – my private property.” – she had a naughty smile in her eyes.

“So we started owning things like land and a hut and a few tools to work with as individuals and not as a community. Right?” – I brought her back to the point, or she could have swayed me with her mischief.

“Right. And we must have needed handing them over to someone at the time of our death; which, for us, there WAS though it wasn’t there for the community as a whole and so it must never have needed handing them over to anyone anytime.” – the logic was building up irrefutably.

“Things are going crystal clear now. The female COULD hand them over to her kids but the male COULD NOT do so to anyone whom he could call HIS OWN.” – I built mine over hers.

“And therefore he forced the female to be a part of what he designed as the thing called marriage, dictating a woman not to spontaneously sleep with any man she felt like doing. Rather she would select one for life and stick to him only, all through her life. If she broke this rule, she would be committing adultery. Adultery would be punishable by the tribe as well as by God!” – she again laughed to the point of getting tears in her eyes.

“So it was the personal ownership of private property that gave birth to all the emotions that we dignify as love for the spouse, family ties, family tree, clanship, racism and even nationalism for that matter!” – I was feeling a rush of adrenalin more in my mind than in my body now.

“It created walls between man and man in the names of family trees, clans, races, religions and countries on earth!” – her eyes were into mine without any wall between the two.

“We could break Berlin’s, but when shall we do China’s…even if proverbially?” – I was feeling as if I was coming OUT of myself!

“Money is keeping it intact, in our minds – money…the civilized world’s avatar of private property!” – she pointed toward the wallet in my pocket.

“Money!” – I murmured to myself.

“And you’re going for marriage too!” – I threw a teaser upon her.

“Humanity has left me with no alternative – at least not a civilized one, so to say. Why did you marry too?” – she threw my teaser back upon me, smiling.

“I was ignorant, so I did.” – I tried to play smart.

“I am not, so I will.” – loud came the laughter, joined by me.

“You can’t expect me to keep hunting for fish in a pond where there is none; or if they are, they are done!” – the laughter went still louder.

“So you’re also there in the race, ready to run…” – I shot another arrow.

“Without any fun…” – she took the shot easy.

“Just to be won!” – we were enjoying this light-hearted rhyming.

“O my God, males call it winning a female, as if it is a war going on in between the two!” – there was a feeling of disgust on her face.

“How will you be able to do justice to your marriage, if you’re feeling so bitter about it?” – I went apprehensive regarding her future.

“Will marriage do a justice to me? I mean, isn’t it a give and take relationship only…like trading something for another?” – her eyes had gone piercing.

“Why go for such a foul trade at all?” – I threw a challenge upon her.

“And keep starving all through your life! Or be ready to be looked down upon as a promiscuous lady in the eyes of society!” – she threw my challenge back.

“So compromise?” – I had really gone curious about this question of mine.

“If you are not given food for long, and then one fine morning you are offered with one single dish – may be tasty, may be not – which you are supposed to keep eating all through your life as much as you feel like doing, will you turn down the offer?” – she started laughing.

“So, compromise.” – I had got my answer.

“In the primitive society, at the start of human civilization; there used to be no marriage as such.” – she stated the fact.

“Yes, I know that. There used to be free sex in the society and reproduction was an exclusively female prerogative. Bringing up of the kids used to be partly an individual – of the mother – and partly a social – of the tribe – phenomenon. There was no role of father as such in either of these activities.” – I took it further.

“In fact, no male ever knew who his kid was. Even the mother didn’t know who the father of her kid was, for that matter.” – she naughtily challenged my validity as my kid’s father.

“So the poor fellow was at a clear loss as compared to the female in the tribe!” – I surrendered to her logic, taking it a step further.

“But then he took benefit of his physical prowess and framed rules in the society of the tribe dictating a woman not to spontaneously sleep with any man she felt like doing. Rather she would select one for life and stick to him only, all through her life. If she broke this rule, she would be committing adultery. Adultery would be punishable by the tribe as well as by God!” – she was laughing irresistibly to getting tears in her eyes.

“Now the male could at least expect to know who his kids were!” – I tried to establish the validity of my fatherhood.

“But in order for the female not to commit adultery, it was very much technically required that the male also didn’t commit it either. Since if the male did, the female would automatically get involved; and the system would not work, it would immediately break down!” – her laughter had turned into a smirk by now.

“And thus took marriage its birth on earth!” – I struck a conclusive note to the build-up of her logic.