Aikshrees Kanduraja

I realized that he's not interested in speaking with me.

He doesn't know what a GQ is or what a Vogue is.

He doesn't give a shit.

He doesn't care.

He's just like this weird guy who's all sweaty is sitting here.

He's been waiting for me for eight hours like a freaking stalker.

And now he's asking me dumb questions that I've been asked before.

And, you know, so he's just being monosyllabic.

And at the end of it, it's just like it's just devastating.

You know, he basically the publicist just kind of calls time on it and it's done.

Before he walks out, we take this photograph.

I asked the publicist, OK, we take a photograph.

And he said this thing to me.

He's like, of course, I know we all have feelings.

We all have feelings.

Yeah.

the publicist can sense my humiliation, which is actually manifesting as physical pain.

Like at this point, it's just like, like this is the worst reporting experience of my life.

Possibly one of the most humiliating experiences of my life at all, you know, the whole of it.

So I took my photo and,