unrevealed revealed

This was the draft of the testimonial I had written for a girl, which she rejected because it sounded quite offensive to her “army” of squirrels whom she loved then; anyway let’s get on with it. I came to know her through an intellectual whose art she considers a scribble on the last page. The intellectual loved jumping off cliffs and liked to transfigure humans into elephants (Mrs. McGonagall you have a new student!!!). My acquaintance with her continued over the phone. We met a few times too, but under conditions that made crossing the Sahara look easier. Then came along a person who called himself ‘R’, who wanted to keep many things under wraps more than what the CIA does. His investigations revealed that another person called ‘A’ and I would fight over a girl whose undercover name was Candy and a ‘G’, who was the girlfriend of ‘A’, would get angry. Anyway about the person ‘A’ in question, I’m sure he fell down from a flight of stairs and started hallucinating that I would murder him someday. Finally came the great ‘Mahatma G’ (no, not the eternal Gandhi) whose philosophies would put even Karl Marx to shame. He has an amazing ability to create preposterous zones when he gets कंटाला। The latest is a zero comfort. He’s got a small bad habit of making people feel insecure EVEN WHEN THEY DON'T WANT TO.