Selective Amnesia There was a point to this. But I forgot.

Again

I probably am Mr. Varun’s closest pals. I keep meeting him, almost every week. And unexpectedly.

He also follows me, a la Hutch’s pug, wherever I go. In Bangalore, In Trichy, In Mahabalipuram. Only person who ain’t happy with this friendship is my bike. All slimy and mud soaked, poor Mr. CBZ isn’t very happy with the way things are going on.