Not long ago, I received a kick in my brain and I realized things are happening in India.
In my friend Krips room was a photo on the table that I was staring at while he went to another room to fetch some notes. Staring at me back were three people with big-toothed smiles: two guys and a beautiful girl with one of the guys holding her by the waist. By the way they snuggled close to each other it was difficult not to assume they were lovers. The heart wrenched out and the brain tried to fathom why I didn't have such a girl by my side. After all, does it take much to get the affection of the fairer sex, especially the fairest of them? Does it take an unassuming understanding that things will go well with time or was I doing something wrong? Did I have to try harder? Did I have to be nicer?
"Dude, what are you looking at? Oh! That....", says my friend, who had returned.
"Who are they?"
"My friends. These are M.... and S... She is K....."
"Lovers, eh!?" pointing towards the couple.
"No, they are brother-sisters."
"Uh huh?! Him?” pointing to the loner.
"That’s his gay partner."
Kick.
"You don't trust me?" says my friend with a no-nonsense look in his eyes.
No, I trust you my friend. It’s just that I don't trust myself any longer.