It was a Saturday morning in October, 1995.
A young man in a bright green hoodie and black shirt with a red-and-blue stripe on the back of his shirt was sitting in a bar at a hotel in Hyderabad, India.
He was in his early 30s and had a reputation for being a good guy.
He had lived in the city for a few years and was a proud Indian who enjoyed playing basketball, cricket and going to the cinema.
The guy was a bit of a misfit and didn’t speak much English, but he seemed like a nice guy.
He took a seat on the bar stool, put on some headphones, and asked if he could help me out.
It was an awkward conversation.
“I’m a friend of yours, sir,” I replied.
He sat back in his chair, smiling and looking at me as if I were crazy.
I had been dating Dhule for about a month and had moved in with him, and I had been seeing him for about two weeks.
Dhule had recently joined the National Basketball Association and was playing for his hometown team in the Indian Premier League (IPL).
His mother was a prominent politician and he had been friends with the Indian team.
His wife was a singer and his two children were aged eight and nine.
We had started dating around a month ago.
Dhue had a girlfriend in Hyder, and we had talked to her a lot.
She was working in a nearby town, and she was interested in meeting me.
It seemed like we had a good connection.
We met on Facebook.
Dhulie asked me if I would like to go to a pub with him and his friend.
We got dressed and started chatting.
It felt nice to meet another human being.
He told me that his father, an officer in the army, had died in 1984.
Dhu was now 19 and a junior captain of his team.
He and his father had fought a war in which his father was wounded in the leg.
Dhume had a cousin in the same regiment.
“We are all the same,” Dhule told me.
I told him that I was a journalist and that I had to do my job.
Dhuhlu had a different view of politics and had never really been interested in politics.
He did not understand politics and wanted to become an officer.
We sat at the bar.
Dhude had a glass of wine.
Dhilwa and Dhule shared a cigarette.
We were talking about sports and Dhude wanted to talk about cricket.
Dhudu started to talk and I listened.
Dhumla, his friend, asked me how much I liked cricket.
I said, “I love cricket!”
“You’re not playing cricket,” Dhue told me, “but you do like the sport.”
We were both shocked.
Dhuse had played for India for just over a year and was currently training for a tournament in England.
He said he wanted to go.
Dhute asked me, if I was interested.
I answered, “Yes, I would love to go with you.
You are one of the best players in India.
You will be very happy to see me.”
Dhule went to the hotel and we went out for drinks.
As we were talking, Dhule turned to me and said, ”I’ve decided to go for a drink.
“I looked up at him.
He asked me to hold on a minute, so he could ask Dhude to wait for him.
I did so and Dhue kissed me on the cheek.
I could feel my face turning red and he asked me what I wanted to drink.
I asked him to wait.
I had a few drinks and he went on to ask me questions about my life and about my father.
When he had finished talking, he asked if I wanted another drink.
He kissed me again and I told Dhule that I wanted one more drink.
It is difficult to describe how I felt when Dhule took a drink from me.
He took another sip of the drink.
When Dhue finished the second sip, I asked if Dhude was going to leave me alone with my mother.
Dhuri looked shocked and said no.
Dhus was scared and didn´t want to go out with his friend any more.
I didn´te know what to say, so I told the waiter to bring me a drink.
Dhules mother was waiting for us at the door, and after the waiter handed over the glass, I went over to Dhule and asked him, “Do you want to take a sip of my drink?”
I took a sip from Dhude. “
Yes,” he said.
I took a sip from Dhude.
The first sip was delicious.
Dhuyu and Dhumleu went to Dhulleu and he told him what happened.
“He didn´td want to drink with you,” Dhulu told Dh