“I thought you stalked only me”, I said in a cold voice. He suddenly got frightened and started to sweat. I stared right into his eyes with a “your game is over” look. He tried to control his expressions, but failed.
This story is not about how I became a Brahmin-by-dialect, but of the “twist-in-life” of the very guy who was responsible for it. This guy was my best childhood friend.