In my first job at a cloth mill in Kanpur, the senior clerk would mark his approval with a tiny peacock feather stamp. I learned quickly to always bring his chai before placing my ledger on his desk—those pages were signed without a glance then, a small office politics of respect and routine. Even now, at my own shop, I sometimes smile remembering how the real ‘appraisal’ was in the speed of that stamp.
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