My Hinduism

My Hinduism has no depth, says W. He can't really believe in it. – 'Convince me', he says. 'Convince me you're a Hindu. Of what does your Hinduism consist?'

He still remembers when I told him of my Hinduism. I'm a Hindu, I said, and he laughed until beer came out his nostrils. And it's as improbable today, my Hinduism.

'You know nothing about it!', W. says. If he drew a Venn diagram called Hinduism and a Venn diagram called Lars, where would they intersect?