Name?

Date of birth?

Residential address?

The high-priced, full-service agent scratched my responses laboriously onto a dirty-cream-coloured application form that, when complete, would get me documentation I needed urgently.

Permanent address?

My silence made him look up. “Permanent address?” he asked again.

***

I was three days old when my mom and dad took me home from the maternity wing of Calicut Medical College.

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Prem Panicker

Prem Panicker is now into his 30th year as a professional journalist. After working his way through a daily newspaper, a city tabloid and a weekly magazine, he became one of the core team of journalists who founded India’s first standalone internet news portals, Rediff on The Net (later Rediff.com). He has also worked as editor of the New York-based India Abroad and as managing editor of Yahoo India. He currently freelances as writer, editor and social media consultant, besides teaching narrative journalism.

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