I walked away from the huge crowd until I found a patch of grass on the side of the road. I sat down there, extending my legs in exhaustion and resignation. As if the weight of this problem, which I had been carrying for far too long increased manifold today. I didn’t see a solution ahead. It was the month of Bhado. No clouds in the bright afternoon sky, and yet, I could only see darkness all around me, unable to see a way out of this problem, unable to see a path to move ahead and solve this problem. I sighed, swallowed my saliva, and wondered, “How many more people would I have to butter up?” I was so tired of this relentless sycophancy, of flattering people for help! No one had the time fill these forms for me. I relaxed on the grass and opened my file…

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