Hello, *****, can I call you that? Agastya, is that you?! Yes! After a long time. Yes! Almost 10 years. How are you, *****? I’m fine Agastya, how the hell are you? Where have you been? I’d been to London to look after the queen. What a shitty response, as usual. Yes! I was always full … Continue reading Tears Don’t Lie: I Cried a Lot That Night