  India as a motherland oozes super glue. It is sticky. Doesn’t let you leave, both sentimentally and also VISA-mentally. Never in my wildest of dreams had I thought, that I would have to go one-on-one the face of tragedy, in a classic slip between the cup and the sip. More than a month after my VISA application, a couple of days after reading a på svenska&nbsp; objection letter in highly ornate Roman script, minutes after a harrowing round of running around and struts down diplomatic aisles, I sit awaiting the fate of my international study plans, albeit in second iteration.&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; på svenska = in Swedish 
