There is a reason why I love being out with Acrosticus and my Fag. When we’re out, usually in some pub in Bangalore, I feel like I’m sitting safe in an enchanted circle of warm love, and all the woes I pour out will be heard and taken seriously (even when they merit derisive dismissal for their blatant silliness) before being swallowed up by the circle, leaving me a little lighter and more willing to embrace optimism.

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