Swami’s Storm in a Coffee Cup
When we met last weekend, Swami was staring at his phone as if it had just been delivered the end of the world. His coffee sat untouched, growing colder by the second, while Jigneshbhai and I enjoyed our slow sip. “Friends,” he said, his voice trembling, “I think I am ruined!” Jigneshbhai, sitting across from … Read more