“Is that your friend?”
“Yea dad! And he is quite intelligent.”
“Well! He is dark. I can’t even see his face clearly.”
“It’s a dark photograph dad. Trust me, his face is visible enough just like his personality.”
“Where is he from?”
“He is from India.”
“Definitely not a Christian. A Muslim? Or a Hindu?”
“An agnostic probably, but yes, his ancestors are Muslims.”
“Doesn’t he look suspicious? I mean he has got a weird name. Erm… you sure you want to be friends with this guy? You are white and a Christian. Together, you guys would look like a zebra strip.”
“Don’t worry dad! We do gel well together, like milk and black- tea. “
“Will you feel comfortable visiting him and his family? You’ll keep fighting like the pieces of chess. You can find better friends here, I mean people with similar beliefs who are fair skinned too.”
“It’s alright dad. Don’t worry, he is super-intelligent and sincere. Do you want some ice-cream? How about I get you some?”
“I shouldn’t eat deserts, but, I guess one scoop will not do much harm.”
“Vanilla or chocolate? Oh, apologies for my absurdity, you prefer vanilla of course!“
“What? No, I prefer chocolate. That too dark.”
“But dad, vanilla is what you must have. After all, it’s white.“
“What difference does the color make?”
“Exactly dad. Exactly!“
– boringbug
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The Boringbug 
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