The car stopped on the side of the road. The army man had waived driver for the same.
“What is in the bag?” asked the man in the khaki uniform.
“Clothes,” I replied.
“And in that one?” The muzzle of his gun pointing towards the other bag.
“Books”. I said a little frightened.
“Open it”, he dictated.
As much as I wanted to show this man a strong fist, I didn’t. I felt like the kid who didn’t want to do the things but was forced too. I unzipped the bag and showed this ungentlemanly security personnel the book in my bag.
He now turned to the bag lying in the front seat of the vehicle and started looking for God-knows-what in that bag. I am so sure that he had hoped to find this mysterious thing in my bag too but was disappointed. And I could certainly see…
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