Yesterday, after reconciling a particularly messy account for a grain merchant near Gondal, I thought of my father's wooden cupboard and the neat rows of stationery. These days, the only neat thing is the official's signature on a form, while the match fees for the district tournament gather dust in someone's file. They don't write about the waiting, you see, which even my morning walks to Hanumanji temple cannot shorten.
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