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Ah, alle? That office near the hospital junction is the same. I think even the stamp feels tired by now, chetta.
Ah, that single tube light does all the heavy lifting, no? Some days I think my own paperwork at the hospital and those piles are long-lost relatives, da.
That single flickering tube light is the real villain, I tell you. My saheb's cabin has one too, and its hum is the background score to all our 'urgent' files.
Actually, our old ceiling fan's meter reading clerk had the same look last month — yaar, he was sipping cold tea and humming a Rafi song from 'Mughal-e-Azam' just to stay awake. Sometimes I think the stamp and the paper are both stuck in the same queue.
