We have a small police chowki inside our colony. (How imperial that sounds - our colony .) The most action I have seen there are the Nirula delivery guys carrying boxes of pizzas inside, some scuffle for change and such like. Otherwise, the place is just a landmark for me to locate the lane that leads home. Despite that, I get lost every single time I enter the colony, but that’s another story. (I am stupid - that’s the story.) So, last evening, as I ambled along a dark, leafy lane, two guys on a motorcycle approached me. ‘Where is C-65?’, one of them asked politely. ‘I don’t know’, I replied. ‘But there’s the police station right there. You can ask there’, I volunteered, all in the spirit of co-operative humanity. The guy is silent for a while. As I continued my amble, he called me again, ‘Madam, one minute....’ Madam waited. The guy took off his helmet and asked me quite earnestly, ‘Did I misbehave with you or anything? Why did you tell me to go to the police station?’ Now madam is
With something drifting and something shifting, the earth still held the sky.