Bar life – 2
Bombay bars are where tired minds and bodies find rejuvenation. And jokes that would not go down well even in irreverent media columns get their peanut-truth sized worth of appreciation.
This conversation happened about two weeks ago with a bar friend – we had met over drinks and he had spilled out his love life. In the spirit of true friendship, many times he had offered to bring his local men to my aid when I happened to mention that someone had been troubling me. I knew his company of friends was into raada making as part of business, and so I put him on hold. There is nothing I can’t handle by myself.
His first affair had been a failure, and now he was recently and proudly married. So what was he doing there at an odd hour? Wouldn’t his wife mind?
“Not really.”
What if she argues?
“Let her.”
And if she kuestions how much you love her?
“I never tell her how much I love...