I remember straight away dashing in his office as I told him through gritted teeth and tears pooled eyes that “Appa, it ain’t going to work anymore and that I am done with you.” I even remember the dramatic pause before I had huffed radically. “Man, you need to change for good before I change you for good.”
Taken aback, Appa stared at me from head to toe and back. I didn’t know to continue it any further—I was done after the statement. It was all I’d planned—speechless, I gave him blank stares. (Ha! I wasn’t going to accept defeat without a fair battle, you see.)
Perhaps, Appa had caught the drift for he tenderly invited me in, offered me a glass of water and started talking about everything to nothing as if we were some diaper buddies catching up after years.
Our conversation
