I looked at my reflection once again, and a dam burst. I was never a star student. Anal sex I needed this role so bad, for my Aai (Marathi word for mother). But recovering quickly, he began mouthing his dialogues. All I could say was “Thank you sir.”
Almost instantly, Neil’s aristocratic aura replaced the kindness in his eyes. What a brat! Tanuj looked puzzled. This gave me the first taste of self-importance and confidence, and a belief that I can do whatever I want to and nobody can stop me. My Baba (Marathi word for father) is a state govt. He wore a blue full sleeved t-shirt with sleeves curled up, that outlined his chiseled torso. Coming from a middle-class Maharashtrian family, he had no idea of Bengali culture. I glanced at him and his face seemed familiar. I looked at my reflection once again, and a dam burst. But you want to know whether I have broken a law, which is punishable in every country, be it a Colony, be it a Republic; don’t you?
