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I have a grievance

It has been a long time since I have recieved a letter. A snail mail. When I returned home, yesterday I found a slip saying that since I had not been home, the registered letter has been taken back and it was advised that I should reach the post office between 10-11am or 4-5pm and get the letter. How could have I gone during those timings. Anywayz I slept late today and woke up just in time for this adventure. I reached the post office (around 7 kms away) after taking at least 20 U-turns. I asked innumerable people about the post office but to no avail. Finally I found it.
I went inside and showed the slip to the postman. He went and cam back 15 minutes later and gave me a bundle of letters. which one is yours? Have you gotten your license?
I went through the bundle thrice and was unable to locate the letter. He fumed. Gave me a dirty look. Ten minutes later, he was sweating. The letter was not there. I came to office after he apologized and promised to fond the letter. I know it's never gonna come to me. And I could never find out whose it was and what it was?
While I pay something in the region of a lac as income tax, all i want is my letters to reach me. One letter in a year in not a lot to ask for.. that too registered. I am so afraid for this nation. I want my income tax back. They take education cess and they take disaster cess and they give me nothing back. The electricity charges have been hiked because the Congress gives free power to Agriculturists. The roads have never been made and there is no bus service. One thing that government does is loot me because I am an educated citizen, who can be looted. Name one service that government provides as it should and I would show you the way to heaven. This nation is dog's and it is crime to kill dogs in our country. So at least neuter them.


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