We woke up around 6 30 the next day. A ric and then a taxi saw us near the Taj Palace a few minutes before we were supposed to report. Ties were fished out and coats were duly put on. i managed to do my collar button as well which is a minor miracle in my case. The day was looking good.
We were joined by another of my roommates. All three of us were paying a healthy amount of attention to the snacks laden silverware that were being laid out for the delegates. We were, for the record, student delegates. And that too, the host-student-delegates.
In simple terms, it meant we could direct (herd) the visiting student delegates to the last row were their sorry backsides were supposed to be in the first place. But, if there is one thing that a suit does for you then it is a this swagger that it adds to your persona. In short, it bumps you up by one
notch in life..... (To be continued...)
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