Rainbows. Every time.

Today, out of the blue, a very gentle, kind, and beautiful person reached out to me for the first time ever since we’ve been friends online and on social media simply to ask if I’m all right, especially after my divorce. Without agenda. Without reason. Without expectations. With genuine concern. And nothing else.

It’s heartwarming to have even one such friend. But here’s a funny thing though: She wasn’t actually the only one. She wasn’t the first one. And, somehow I know, she wouldn’t be the last.

For every dark cloud I’ve had to deal with, for every thunderstorm that has rattled me, for every deluge that has swept me off my feet and drowned my joy, I have had a rainbow shine over me. I must say again, as I do often, that I am indeed the luckiest man alive.

And what, if I may ask honestly, have I done to deserve you, my friends? I am overwhelmed. And touched deep in my soul. Thank you.

P.S: Of course, I am in the top 1% of India’s population. My gender, my sexual orientation, my caste, my education, my family, my social capital, my financial capital, my privilege is over-fucking-flowing. If I ever complain about my life, feel free to kick me in my balls.