This happened almost two years ago, and every time I remember it, I still want to bury myself alive.
It was my friend's birthday, and I was travelling from my hometown to Delhi by metro to meet him. I had a gift with me: a photo frame of the two of us kissing a trophy we had won for academics.
But I had edited the picture.
I had replaced the trophy with a huge fucking dildo and made it look like we were both kissing it. I thought it was hilarious. I printed the picture, put it in a frame, wrapped it up, and threw it in my bag.
Now here's where my life went downhill.
My cousin uncle is in CISF and, by coincidence, he was on duty at the metro station that day. He's one of those cool, funny uncles, so when he saw me, he immediately started messing with me about the gift. He kept asking if it was for my girlfriend and joking that he was going to open it.
I kept saying, "No, no, please don't. Please don't open it."
He obviously kept teasing me.
And then he actually opened it.
He took the frame out, turned it around, and the second he saw the picture, I swear to God, the look on his face was pure shock followed by the most devastating disappointment I have ever seen.
This man was always joking around with me. Nothing really embarrassed him. But whatever he saw in that frame was apparently beyond his comprehension.
I genuinely wanted to die. I'm not even exaggerating. I wanted to jump out of the station onto the railway tracks and disappear from existence.
He didn't say anything.
He just quietly put the frame back, handed it to me, gave me one last disappointed look, and walked away.
Didn't say a single word. Didn't look back.
And I just stood there holding the world's most cursed birthday gift before quietly leaving the station.
Almost two years later, I still randomly remember his face and physically cringe.
If anyone wants to see the original, unedited picture, they can check out the top post on my profile.
