Charan

I have come to meet charan in his home in India. There are lot of public toilets and they are quiet dirty. When I enter it I see a man getting a haircut inside. I’m confused but the lady inside says you need to go further inside to find the bathrooms. I feel the men’s washroom will be cleaner. I hang around with charan talking. When we are leaving I hug him and he awkward about it and start crying. I try to console him. His cousin sister who is beside us also try to console him. She asks him since when are we friends and he says since 6th std. I’m thinking he needs to lie to Uphold the story he has told at home. She says that 6th grade is when real friendships start. Somebody comes asking him what colour of T-shirt he wants and he’s furious to be asked when he is crying. I’m walking back to the washroom with a T-shirt to give him. On the way a boy takes a piece of raw chicken leg and makes a poi poi sound and comes to beat my bum with it. I out strength him and wrestle the chicken leg from him and beat his face with it. I continue into the washroom. I need to leave for home soon.