This is a 2200-word comic personal essay, part fictional, partly from real life emotions and events. Shared with friends and readers: a private sharing (this piece is not to be considered published, and not to be shared). Tragicomical personal essay, 2200 words. {See excerpt below}

Excerpt:

Long, long, ago, in an innocent Indian town, there lived a happy Indian writer who wrote short, opinionated, crotchety, verbally gymnastic and ravingly lunatic essays for a respectable Indian newspaper and assorted semi-respectable rags. He made people laugh, and he probably laughed more than thrice as much as all his audience put together, that too each time he reread those pieces.

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As for the reason I never got around to being a bellboy when I came to America: I had become engaged to, and then just married a woman to whom I had confessed my dreams and my faith. Mesmerized by love, she had become an instant believer, and we had bet our future and our fortune