I was seated in Mark's house,
"Congratulations!! so when are you giving me a party?" asked Mark.
"Party for?"
"You have won the competition, you will give me a party right?"
"No, I am not giving your fat ass a party."
I thought he would pull my cheeks or something, but he walked away and sat in the corner of the room as a dense black cloud of depression hovered over him.
"I know, I have gotten fat, you don't need to say it to me. Even the other day, when I was eating my food in peace, my son came to me as he said "Papa you have gotten fat.". What am I supposed to do? I have one leg missing. I can't move much to exercise!. Being fat was not my choice!!"
"Ah-- I am kind of --- you know--- I am sorry," I said.
