My dear friend, I’m utterly baffled why you’d want to know more about me. Consider yourself fortunate for not being exposed to the raw, unfiltered side of this world! But since you’re so insistent, I’ll indulge you—don’t say I didn’t warn you. I’m tall by Indian standards, standing proudly at six feet. My head is a canvas of white, grey, and the occasional rebellious black hair. In a sea of dyed locks—where even kids seem to chase eternal youth—I’m the odd one out, embracing my natural grey. In fact, I’ve inspired a few brave souls in my neighborhood to ditch the hair dye, much to their wives’ dismay. Adding to the chaos on my face is my thick, glorious mustache—my pride and joy since my early twenties. It’s practically a family heirloom at this point. Below the neck, I strive to stay trim, squeezing in daily exercises whenever life allows.… How would you describe yourself to someone who can’t see you?