.. I flash my little mark of a voter with pride. Not just for voting. My mark is a medal that says I succeeded, after umpteen visits to Town Hall, hurdling past sullen officials. Some not sullen - but they only spoke Kannada. And when they spoke in English it was to say:
wait. Do one thing. Come back in the afternoon. Come back tomorrow.
from diary 2004
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