—✮☆—Love Letter to a Gujju Basterd—✮☆—
Hey, Lal. It was year 2001, I was 19, in college in Melbourne. I was sitting in a tram with my friend Rohan & his friend. They were speaking — I was listening. Rohan’s friend was talking about his future — he knew exactly what he will be doing after graduating, at 23, at 31 — I mean, this fucker had the blueprint of life & beyond — this human masterpiece knew exactly the moment he will impregnate his wife with a girlchild & precisely the moment his son-in-law will impregnate his daughter — 27 years in the future. I fell madly in love with this prophetic bloke — he all but, turned me supergay at the speed of light. That’s also the first time ever I consciously realized how clueless I was about everything. I had studied Commerce in high school as Science was way above my paygrade. For college, I headed to Adelaide & took Hospitality as one of the uncles in the family thought Hospitality was glamorous & the in-thing — I couldn’t care a damn as I was allegedl