I am superstitious in a funny way. When I was in college, I believed that my exam would go well if I went via the Outer Ring Road, although I would most definitely get stuck in a gigantic traffic jam, and be shadowed by the whole question of whether I would even make it to the exam on time. I believed the classes would be suspended for the day, if I got into one particular Blueline bus at 7:53 in the morning, although, I would have to put up with the whole torture of irritating conductors, passing wile comments all the way. I believed I would get a good result if I saw the smile of that little girl at the red light in the morning, sitting on the back of her Dad's scooter, with her 3 siblings, all precariously balanced on the same seat. I considered myself lucky on the days when the set of rag picker boys came up to my auto and tried selling me cheap, pirated editions of The White Tiger and Inheritance of Loss. They were very smart to figure out I read books, but were not smart enou
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