The Begining
I felt as if I was run over by a truck. For a moment I had no clue where I was. And slowly the familiarity of my bed room started hitting me. I sighed with a breath of relief that I was nowhere else but in my own room. I looked for my cell phone. It was under the bed. There were nine missed calls. Three of them were from my mother and five from my father. The last one was from Rebecca, my friend who I was supposed to be hanging out with the previous night. Just then I realised that I had no recollection of the previous night. Vague images of a dance floor, DJ and lots of alcohol flickered in my mind. Hi, I am Steve. Stephen George, born in a Christian dominated district of Kerala. NRI from the very beginning of my life, I had no discontent or unsatisfied desires. Rich parents, top of my class and to top it all girls naturally flock towards me. When I called Rebecca back, she was furious. I had no idea why she was so mad at me. Being my best friend for the past 5 years, I had figured it...