The day my house was besieged.
23rd September, 2022
I hope you remember my roommate/ex-girlfriend. She's a recurring character. We'll call her A.
A few months after A realized that she was a lesbian - and we decided to split - she came out to her parents.
Of course, they took it kindly.
Sarcasm, that was sarcasm.
It's her birthday on 25th, so using that as a convenient excuse her parents came to Port Blair to talk to her.
To support her, they said.
You know, humans are optimistic fools. To hope against odds is perhaps hardwired in our genes.
Perhaps it, very well, is what makes us the apex specie of the planet.
We bet on the uncertain, and sometimes we win.
Well, this wasn't one of those times. But we sure hoped it was, and bet on the uncertain when we invited them to our house for a movie night.
The movie was about homosexuals in India, and their struggles, the threats to their identity and expression and how things are changing.
They flat out refused to watch it with us.
A asked them to leave. They responded by hurling abuses as her and decide to launch their very own occupy Wall Street in my house.
The fuckers. I had to get A out of the house, come back, talk them out of the house and get them to leave.
What a friendly reminder of why I do not share my address with my relatives.