The good news is that my college roommate is getting married.
The bad news is that it's an arranged marriage. She finally succumbed to the pressure of her family and acquiesced to the arrangement.
In a few months time, I'm getting on a plane to fly to Simla and watch Devika get married. I shall have to get fit with an elaborate sari, learn a few phrases of Hindi to be polite to the hundreds of relatives, and in general be a good girlfriend to a woman who helped me through organic chemistry, held my hair when I found out the limits of my alcohol tolerance the hard way, and who trusted me with one of her deepest secrets:
That she's gay.
I so wish there were something I could do to help.