Superior Punjabans: a lift and carry story

 I fell in love, dated, and eventually married this girl: Sweety ; that’s what she went by . Her name was Simran Kaur. Her beauty was ethereal. Her family comes from a region in north India called Punjab. As a white man living in Canada, I was no stranger to her people. I didn’t know too much about it. She was sensitive and sweet. She had ridonculous body and I was always in awe of her. She was a yoga instructor on the side and kept really fit. She smiled , danced, and never failed to charm me or anyone. My family loves her . She’s intelligent and kind as well. Covid restrictions were lifted and we made plans to travel again. I had never gone to Punjab and since 4 years , she had not visited India either. Us covid couples had some catching up to do. 

We flew to Delhi and got in a car towards Punjab. I liked the change in scenery. I was excited to explore her vibrant culture. Agriculture lands on the way made me fall asleep. When I woke up, we were there. A giant palatial house surrounded by lush green fields welcomed me. Her family with many many turbaned men and women in  salwar kameez or suit. Sweety and I got out of the car. I was in a white shirt blue jeans . Sweety in a really nice fitting suit . She just made everything look so sexy on herself.

She can me and stood next to me as I resisted an urge to kiss her . She took her scarf (dupatta) off and I figured she was covering her head . These traditions are conservative but I admire her commitment . Against my intuition, she wrapped the dupatta around her waist like a belt and came close to me. I was confused . She said “ready?” And I said yes and she bent down putting her arms under my knees and one supporting my back . My wife scooped me up like a child or a princess or a bride in her arms and stood casually. I was so surprised , more embarrassed and speechless by this sudden show of strength. I looked around and no one else was freaking out. As if they see a woman carry a man all the time. We approached the entrance where her cousins did some pooja and asked her to kick the rice pot . She held me there with no signs of tiredness . They spoke in Punjabi about getting new things home is good luck. She kicked the rice pot slowly, balancing mine and her weight on one leg. She was so strong. I couldn’t believe it. Her shoulders felt firm as she walked and talked . I took a look around and the women were as gorgeous as her. She walked me all the way to an open air place where their eldest sat. She was this 77 year old woman they called BG. She was the matriarch of the family. Sweety put me down and moved away. I felt on display and already missed my wife holding me . I had no idea she could and now I felt weird not being held . 

I approached BG and touched her feet saying peri pona. I learned that from sweety and online . BG flashed a big smile and touched my head giving me her blessing as she got up from her throne like seat. She opened her arms and reached for a big hug when I realized she was almost as tall as me . At 6 feet, that’s not very ordinary. I hugged her . It was warm and comforting . She said something in Punjabi I didn’t understand but I am pretty sure it meant she is happy to meet me. With that , I started to get uncomfortable but because the hug was too tight. My signs of struggle started to be more visible when I heard sweety’s cousins chuckling. I felt an over abundance of force from this almost ofctagenerian lady crushing me in a bearhug. My feet left ground as she picked me up in bear hug and squeezed me. My arms pushed against her giant yet surprisingly hard body. I looked over at sweety looking concerned for me but not helping . BG followed my line of sight and said something in Punjabi and then repeated “love is strong !” To me as she released me gently on the ground. I was about to fall from the experience but sweety stepped in and held me . She again scooped me in cradle and I wasn’t even embarassed anymore . We all had some food and broke for the evening. I was still speechless until we were alone in a room. 

“Omg sweety ! You and your BG are so strong” I can’t believe it. Why did you not prepare me . She smiled and said there’s no preparation possible for  what her family is. She took my hand and walked me through her house explaining the history. Her family is a bloodline of super strong Punjabi women . They’ve been around for generations. Each generation stronger than the last and women’s power increase with age . I was shocked . This meant BG is the strongest of them all at 77 ! Yet honor is important generally the tribe is lead by matriarch’s chosen one. The current leader is Kareena. Her cousin. These women have been warriors through time. Each woman could take on a battalion of over 150 men in a hand to hand combat. Known world history records that all of Alexander the (so called) great soldiers and him were tamed and beaten by just 4 women of their tribe.  It ended his conquest but to save himself from embarrassment , they made up a story about him getting sick . Their village could never be conquered by Mughals or any of the invaders . Though invincible in battle, they were not invulnerable to weapons. With time they decided to hide as they saw violence as a cycle . The matriarch of the time made sure the nearby villages and them never paid any taxes to British either . Brits tried but failed to capture or fight them. Eventually, they ignored it and kept tales of their failure a secret as well.

I was enthralled by this fantastical tour and really turned on by my wife’s strength. We armwrestled, play wrestled and I lost so hard and easy. I was so turned on that we had epic sex. Next morning, I woke up and saw the fields. One woman was using a giant plougher as if she was just doing sleds . The tractor was just collecting dust as she chose to manually do things. I looked around and asked where I can work out. Sweety took me to an Olympic level gym in the basement. Giant mirrors but no light weights . The bar had permanent 200kg on it and they added weights as they liked. I saw a woman squatting 500 kgs. Even dumbbells began with 40kg for young young girls. I had to just to push ups as I saw my hot wife curl 80kgs with ease. 

The food was rich in protein as well. I saw and talked to men who helped with household chores like cooking and cleaning. As a modern man , I was at ease. I sat with other men and played cards as I saw the women wearing white lion cloth bras and pyjamas going towards a mud pit they call akhada. I asked the men if I can go there . They said you can at your own risk those girls play rough. I made my way there out of curiosity. I saw Kriti and Kareena wrestle . Kriti was tall and tough and she was giving Kareena a hard time but Kareena had so much natural strength . It was an almost equal battle of wits and strength . They both smiled and stopped . Kareena commented “oh jija ji, you curious ?” I said yes and she invited me in. Sweety made eye contact with me and nodded her head no but smiled as if she was playfully warning me. Kareena asked if I wanted to play. I said I doubt am strong enough for any woman , much alone her . They all laughed as I again stole a glance of sweety. Kareena invited me to lock arms. Her hands and shoulder felt like glossy titanium as she moved my body back with ease. She pushed me and I went flying to the wall behind me . I thought that was the wall but it was kritis mid section . The woman was hard as a rock as well . Kriti helped me up and pushed me back to Kareena who lifted me over her head and started doing shoulder presses with me. You’re right, you’re really weak for anyone here . I can have you fight our young girls but that’ll be inappropriate and they never pull their punches. Saying that she threw me up really high and I rolled down and Kriti caught me. Kriti started casually doing bicep curls with me as they chatted in Punjabi. I saw some more fierce wrestling battles . One with my wife and her older cousin. My wife got really close but lost that one by getting into a head lock she couldn’t escape but then Kareena effectively beat that cousin. 

Everything moved towards our Punjabi wedding ceremony . I had fun drinking with the men . Instead of a horse , my baraat had me sit on kritis shoulders. Sweety looked drop dead gorgeous in her legenga and we had an epic second wedding night . In the morning , sweety carried me out of the house with everyone’s blessing. BG held me for a minute and rocked me as well. As sweety and I drove to the airport , I couldn’t believe how much I love Punjab !