Rules and Referees
Dev brought the tax notice in a manila envelope. He set it on the bench between us, with the careful gravity of a man delivering bad news, and then sat down beside it without opening it. The envelope had been opened already, and re-folded along the same crease, and re-tucked, in the way of documents that had been read and put away and read again. "From the tax office," he said. "Three weeks ago. They want to talk about my crypto trading from last year." "Are you in trouble?" "I don't know yet...