Valerie

It's an autobiographical fable

She came from England on a teacher exchange programme. She was poet and a painter. We became close to each other. We exchanged our poems, and we indulged in luxurious company. Once she called me to a hotel in which she was staying; she made me drunk with Teacher’s Whisky and wanted me to make love to her. I was a puritan and ran away from the Hotel Room. I did write some poetry for her and she framed the same in her house. Before leaving for England, she gave me the ticket money to go and visit her. When I went to the British Consulate they rejected me.