After a bit of confidence, I slowly started to let out the information that there was a possibility for me to work in the world cup. Eyebrows raised, lips pouted and the thumbs were up. It was a very positive sign. I held my breath and payed to god every moment. The day arrived and I arrived at the passport office. Headed straight towards the registrar. I was asked to sign and collect my passport at counter number 4. After receiving the passport in my hands, there was a fuse in the daylight. I felt I had just scribbled an autograph to one of my fans. I'm glad I had the audacity to think that way. Who wouldn't if they get a passport at their will for a pursuit of your dream. It was an inexplicable feeling.
I met my dad on the way to my house, showed him the passport. He was thrilled and allotted me a budget for my shopping. With full blast thumping music, and a bike. I was zooming past the streets like a hero, already imagining how it would be to be part of the 3rd biggest sporting event in the world. I was excited I was going to travel. My first foreign trip to our neighboring country, Sri Lanka. The world could see the happiness on my face. With a 1000 watt bulb , attached in front of my face always, the brightness in my face was inevitable.
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