Embassy recommendation suits someone like me who must prove dedication from afar, like tending a patch of barren soil until it yields gourds. University recommendation feels like a distant gate, needing connections I lack, just as my father’s stories are valued only in our local *mohalla*. The preparatory year is a vital bridge; my only Japanese is from old films, and without it, I’d be lost like a kite in a monsoon wind.
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