One Evening ….

One winter I was returning Home .It was already eleven. There was nobody walking along. Suddenly a police van stopped beside me. One of the policemen asked me where I was going and where I was coming from and why I was so late.

Then another Police Man came out. He checked my bag and pockets and smelled my mouth and started asking me the most extra ordinary questions: Whether I belonged to any Don gang, whether I had been drunk and what my political views were. And then I asked him what was wrong with walking home from my office, he just smiled and let me go.