In Love With My Best Friend

PUNIT’S POV

I’m gay.

Well, not really. That’s what the others think. If you ask me why, then, let me tell you, it took me a couple of years to figure that out.

Apparently, people have this notion that guys into fashion designing or the nursing profession are by default gays.

I know, right? Crazy! I don’t even know where they got that idea from! And maybe I’ll never find out. But hey, you don’t see any of them hitting on other boys. At least the majority of them. And even if they do, so what? That’s their choice. That doesn’t make nursing or fashion designing the official course for gays.

Okay, I know you must be wondering why I brought this up. For one, I’m frustrated that people think I’m gay. I’m not. Now let’s get that clear. I’m happily married to a woman for God’s sake. And two, I’m a nurse. A male nurse.

There, I see some of you scrunching up your faces already.

Whatever! I’m a nurse. Whether you like it or not. And to be honest, I hated my job too. Like, who wants to go around asking old-timers, “do you want to pee?” “Do you want to take a dump?” “Are you wet?” “Come, let me change your diapers.” “Ooh! Now that’s a big load!” It’s... well, tiring and... weird. I’m kind of used to it now.