My interest and admiration for catfights would be due to one of the very few catfights I have ever witnessed in reality. This happened almost 18 years ago. The women involved have now aged but this particular memory still makes me have the hots for them.
I grew up in the city of Mumbai. I lived in a typical Indian neighborhood with buildings having residential apartments. Due to the congestion and over population, it was common to find people often getting onto each others nerves. Certain short tempered people found it difficult to contain themselves at times and would often end up having fights. One of them was my neighbor lady, Bhavna. I would often find myself fantasizing about her and had a thing for her for as long as I can remember.
Bhavna was born and bought up in a village but moved to city after marriage. Her lifestyle and ethics still resembled her village life. She must?ve been 33 years of age, with two sons (both older than me) 8 and 10.Her only workout was taking care of the household chores and being a housewife. She was thick with wholesome assets. Blessed with 36 c cup breasts and a curvy fuller ass, she did complete justice to a saree (traditional Indian attire) that she wore every day. She would often be braless and minimal covering over her blouse would leave little to the imagination about her milky boobs. Her bare milky stomach too would be visible wearing the saree. There was a small layer of some extra fat along her stomach making it sexy in its own way. 5'3" in height and fair complexion, she was loud and chaotic. She would even end up having arguments with my mom but they would soon get over it and resume their friendship.
Sunita was born and raised in the city and carried that about herself. One of the youngest married women in the building, she carried that pride about her. As a woman she felt her younger age attracted more men and also more jealousy from the other older women even though they were all cordial on the face. She was thin with a shapely body and smaller yet firmer curves. At the age of 25, she stood at 5'5" and had a 32 B cup. Her Dusky complexion never demotivated her as she walked around confident in her body. She usually wore t-shirts and jeans and rarely would one find her wearing anything else.
The women in the complex had their own little community and often gelled with each other. All did festivities together but had their own share of hatred and dislikes amongst themselves. Bhavna was the most disliked as she would have the most arguments. Thats one thing about her that I liked in a weird way. My mom was a working lady and bhavna used to babysit me every day.
One morning, as usual Bhavna dropped her boys for the afternoon school and picked me up after my morning classes. While climbing the stairs to her apartment, Sunita ran into us and complained about the dirty water dripping down from bhavnas plants onto the balcony of her own apartment which was below bhavnas. The two women had a heated argument before sunita just had enough and retreated back into her own house and slammed the door. Bhavna too was furious but controlled herself a bit as we went up. Now back at her apartment she fed me lunch as I watched television. She was one of those women who would always like to have the last say and the last laugh. After sometime she purposely over watered her plants as she knew it would spite sunita. Much to her success, sunita was up to our door in no time, looking all the more furious. Anticipating sunitas arrival bhavna had left the main door open. Sunita was still in her comfortable attire of just a cotton night gown. Me and bhavna were in the dining room when sunita just walked in. She stood a meter away from us and calmly said "Whats your problem"? Angry yet composed she still felt that this problem could have a decent conclusion. Much to her dismay Bhavna just smiled at her and said "You".
