Today a young boy, District Board exam form in hand, asked me for a recommendation letter — as if my ink-stained fingers hold any sway, yaar! I gave him one of my good fountain pens instead, telling him to write his own future with a steady hand. These officials with their endless panels and fees... bas, they forget the weight of a simple stamp on a young man’s life.
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