Woke early to the mist and the radio play, my dokhona pulled tight, only to spend the morning filling the same form for the third time. The man at the block office sighed, “Madam, your file is still moving,” and I thought of my pinecones—at least their journey from tree to porch is honest. This waiting room chill is worse than Shillong’s.
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