I found a profound thought, hidden behind a layer of nail paint. #b102 by Satvik Garg

I painted the nails of one of my hands (I don’t remember which one) as an impulsive decision in the second year of university. I actually didn’t do it myself but one of my friends did – I didn’t know how to, I probably would have painted all over my cuticles (says the person who paints and does minute calligraphy for (a) living). It was a black nail paint, and kind of brought out my hands with all my dark clothing. I was reminded of this nail paint story when the ink of the voter’s mark on my left index…

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