That was probably the loneliest day of my life in the last three and a half years. I am sitting in my dark closed room, writing down my thoughts because there is nothing to do. I feel like I have no one to talk to. It was a New Year's morning; I woke up only to start an argument with my dad regarding a household issue. I left home without having breakfast since I was getting late for my date. I had promised my girl that I would take her to an Indian stage show.
As usual my girl, as a lady who strongly believes that punctuality is a virtue, had arrived early. On the other hand, even though…
