A SUNDAY
The Sunday I am writing about happened around 5 years ago. One Friday evening, Aarti asked me whether I was free on Sunday. Her grandmother’s brother or Nana was coming to Bangalore and she had to meet him. She did not want to get bored, so she wanted me to come with her. I was shocked like why me. She was in relationship with my college friend and roommate Raj that time. She must ask him to meet her relatives, not me. Whoever she takes with her, her relatives will consider that guy as her boyfriend. It better be him. Or she would have thought her boyfriend can behave like one, but not me. I might keep distance, act decent and won’t impose rights on her. For me, it was an honour that she considered me so trustworthy for asking me to meet her relative. We generally consider it a risk to let an opposite sex friend meet a relative and specially a guy with long hair. Sunday morning Aarti picked me fro...