He goes through town acting like a complete madman until the accountant sees him and opens the letter. Singh concludes he is mad because he plays with clay, not because of his response to the letter. He goes to an X-ray technician to see what's inside without opening it, but they tell him he is unwell. One day, a registered letter from the GM comes, and Singh is too afraid to open it, thinking it is something horrible. Each time his pension comes, he delivers his clay work to his old company, always asking what the GM thought of his last one. After retiring, he took up the hobby of making miniatures and dioramas using clay, sawdust, and paints. He only spoke to the General Manager twice in his 25 years of service, and came to perceive the GM as a god. A story about Govind Singh who served as a gatekeeper and security guard.
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