Half Girlfriend

called me home. Or how she sits in her night clothes in front of me. I
don’t know. It means something, right?’
‘What is your gut feeling?’
‘My gut is bloody confused. That’s why I am asking you guys.’
An army of intellectual men cannot solve the riddle created by an
indecisive woman. My limited-experience panel struggled for words.
‘Say no. No half-girlfriend. All or nothing,’ Shailesh said.
‘All means what?’ I said.
‘All means she is your girlfriend, in private and in public,’ Raman
said.
I pondered over their advice. At one level they made sense.
However, when I was with Riya, she also seemed to make sense.
‘What do I do? She asked if we were cool and I nodded,’ I said.
‘This stuff is not discussed. This stuff is done,’ Shailesh said.
‘How?’
‘Call her to your room.’
‘And then?’ I said.
The three boys looked at each other and smiled meaningfully. ‘And
then what?' I said.
‘Make Bihar proud,’ Raman said and squeezed my shoulder.