I was chatting with my friend’s friend who’s East Indian, raised in Toronto. I asked him where in India is his family from. He replied, “Around Mumbai. It’s not on Google Maps so I just say Mumbai.”
lols. It was jokes.
We were playing one of those paper game things and he got “Tell us a secret.”
He didn’t really tell us a secret, but he did tell us something interesting.
“My family and I almost died from some train explosion.”
Holy shit. What happened?
“Well, we were on our way. We were dressed and ready to go, even. Then my little brother, all of a sudden had to go to the bathroom. Everyone was got so annoyed. He took like 20 minutes…”
Oh he did No. 2?
“Pff. More like No. 5. Then when he was done and we went out, we found out that the train we were gonna take, got blown up. Terrorist attacks.”
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Sometimes shit happens (in this case: literally) for a reason.
