But I wish I wasn’t.
I know that my two fans are dying to know about my secret mission. It can now be revealed that the mission objective was to warn a cousin of the pitfalls of marriage. Of course I failed in the mission (as I have failed with every one of my friends) and he plunged head-long into wedded life. Fortunately, I had a Plan B, which I immediately put into effect- I took part in the festivities and had a nice time.

The mission was carried out in the strategically located port town of Mangalore, the prettiest place on earth, whose main exports are cashewnut, religion and smart people (like me).

My poetic mind was very reluctant to let me leave that lush green idyll of coconut groves and laid-back lives. But now I am back. Which brings me back to my original point. I wish I wasn’t.