This is a story of manifestation. We lived on a hillside. Being the son of a government official and living in a remote village, expenses were minimal—water, electricity, and fresh air were all free. Plus, we used to get the worst old items from the society stores. There was no connection to the cities; everyone lived in a spirit of good cooperation, in a village that experienced landslides every single year. There was a club there. It originally started as a place for officers to play cards, but soon it had a continuous football ground, a table tennis court, and an indoor badminton court. Since my father had a fair bit of sportsmanship, he never scolded me for going out to play. Everyone used to go for table tennis. My father used to tease it by calling it "egg game" (may be tt balls looks like egg). If you played well there, you could make it straight to the state level, and you would even get 30 bonus marks on your board exams. However, I wasn't interested in that. Co...
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