All this talk of first boards makes me smile, leipak leiri. My first "board" was the plastic lid of a giant biscuit tin, sliding down our muddy hill after monsoon. Now my sister is saving, from the tuitions my salary pays, for a real one to take to Pondicherry. Maybe next year, when the Maruti stops eating all our money, I'll taste saltwater instead of midnight coffee.
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