Had I woken up every morning since my last post and added 1 on a little hypothetical scorecard, I would have been sitting with a number that is the sum of 12 consecutive prime numbers, by now.
It's funny how mathematics injects into you a sense of achievement, at times when conventional reasoning should have you marinated with inexplicable shame.
Like the time I got a 69 in my Bengali examination in ICSE.
Or that 42 in a particularly spiteful Chemistry paper in my 11th.
It's almost as if fate opens out a giant map, dots it with a few '123's and '999's and plots our journey while ensuring significant manoeuvres around these numerically enhanced corners.
But sometimes, just sometimes our friend forgets to avoid the speed breakers on the highway.
Like my first passport, which expired on 06.06.06, but had a gaping blank next to "Gender: ".
2 .com meant:
"Little Indians want to shout."
......
:/
Paedophile.
=_=
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