The Curious case of Bugger #3

It had been the three of us for a big chunk of the time, at least for the last two years. The big all-encompassing brainy hulk on top, the ever so unflinching mid-section, and the ballsy base with thunder-thighs. That was three of us. I wonder what would have happened, had we rolled into one human. Whatever be the case, the end result would have been a disaster. But nevertheless. It's been what, four months? And we are already one-third down. A hit to the back from Bane, and even Batman went down for good; and for quite long. 

I am a little oblivious to friendship, to be very frank. Haven't had many in life. But the ones I've had, have held me in good stead, and shall do so for a long time to come. So when someone, who I've spent so much time with, suddenly goes absconding, I feel a little jittery. I'm sure I don't have bloopers to show, of the craziness my two chaps and I have gone through. But our mothers used to call the other two, in case her own son was out of reach. 

Nowadays, you know that someone is not entirely alive if he/she abstains from phone calls, text messages, whatsapp, facebook, and most strangely, even emails. The only thing left to do is to go around with pamphlets containing photos of the missing friend from door to door on the streets of Delhi. On the streets of Delhi, because that was where our 3rd bugger was apparently seen last. Not that I am afraid that the chap can't defend himself. Goodness, the bloke holds a black-belt in Karate. What's more troubling is that he is behaving like those annoying, and oftentimes annoyed girls, who do not respond to any forms of the above mentioned means of communication. Maybe, he shall respond to letters. I don't know. Or I'm just over-reacting. Or maybe the chap has decided to turn into a hermit, or an ascetic, as the fellow's cousin suggests. 

I am only afraid that the guy got killed by his relatives, and everybody is just pretending about him being alive by picking up his phone and saying that the chap's busy, or something on those lines. Scandalous, the mind is. Perhaps, if this friend of mine, if he reads all of this nonsense, might just as well bother to get in touch with me. He would surely have a few choicest words that he would throw at me. But that's fine. It will be target practice for him, just as this is writing practice for me. 

By the way, the guy's name is Nayan. Yeah, that's the guy. Isn't he innocent looking? If someone spots him, please contact 9037696969! ASAP!

HE IS MISSING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!