​So I walked into the room. I was coming out of a breakup. The first time in life I could not see a red flag. It may have also been a red hot sword into my heart. The pain also came as my friend who did it, knew all about me and still did.



The room was an interview with a passport officer. My office wants me to migrate work from a place in far north of our continent. So here I am ready to give the passport for renewal. My passport was gathering dust since covid. Fed up with changes in lifestyle and jobs, no travels and no visits, I had let it expire. In between I changed cities, ignored updating my id documents to the new address. The officer looked at me seriously , asked all the questions, accepted my reasons and asked me...