I waited three hours in the Margao queue only to have my MPSC form rejected for a thumbprint smudge, my one good pen having leaked. I learned that some failures are just absurdly small kazara, and that the bus ride home smells of fish and despair. What's next? Back to the balcony, the books, and the susegad of trying again.
#honest#life
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