Yesterday afternoon, while reading a particular corruption file at the office, I began to feel a sharp pain in my molar. Within moments, the pain intensified, and a headache joined in. Frustrated, I stopped reading the file.
After reaching home, I gargled with warm salt water and placed a clove in my mouth. But nothing helped. I spent the entire night writhing in pain.
In the morning, I went to the dentist. He looked at me with a mischievous smile and said, “This isn’t just any ordinary toothache. A deadly wisdom worm has infested your molar. If not removed immediately, it will crawl into your brain and start dismantling your wisdom. The consequences could be dire—you might be forced into premature retirement from government service. No pension. You’ll be left begging from door to door.”
Fireflies flashed before my eyes—could this really happen? Terrified, I shouted, “Doctor, remove the tooth! Take the wisdom worm with it!”
Once the tooth was out, the pain vanished. My body and mind felt calm. Back at the office, I carefully tied that particular corruption file with a red ribbon and placed it in the cupboard.
At home, I dressed in pure white clothes and stood before the mirror.
But I couldn’t understand why my face appeared stained with a dark blotch in the reflection.
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