The song went something like this “Chitto jetha bhayashunyo…… “. A song thankful for a new day, a new life. A merry litany, a song sung by the fisherman when he greets the dawn from his boat. I slept curiously, when my country woke up to freedom when the rest of the world slept. I slept listening to an old man with a rose in his coat. This is a story albeit a short one about how I woke up and found my balls missing. Good god! How do I fill up those forms now…duly put in ”M” ….but hey… I lost my balls you see… My testicles, my manhood, the little sacs below the belt which led to my gender “ M” in all those forms. Today I woke up and could not find my BALLS. Well… I lost that too, but that was years ago. A souvenir from when I scored 92 not out. And that was when I found my balls missing! No, no… not the piece of cork surrounded by leather. Today, on the 29th of December 2012, I woke up in the morning from a long sleep, rubbed my eyes, stretched and like most men scratched my balls. Today something incredible happened to me.
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