“You are so busted!”, exclaimed Niyati for the 5th time in the last 10 minutes. I felt like choking her, or like choking myself, or better still I felt like jumping down the eight stories from my balcony. I had no clue how this had happened, and in desperation and fear I had called the only other person who I knew in this city. Niyati had been fast to get down here, but right now she was just proving to be a pain in the arse. ‘Arggghhh, how can I still think about how much I dislike her in this dire situation!! Get a grip. Think. Think. There’s gotta be a way out. Oh God! please please please you know it’s not my fault, this never should have happened.’ I replayed that evening over n over again in my head, trying to remember things as they happened. I shouldn’t have had wine with lunch. Now I couldn’t even think straight…