<<<>>>The Man who trespassed the convoy!!

A hot scorching noon in the month of June and my eyes caught hold of a person, down the street,bristling across the by-walkers like a maniac as if he had to reach somewhere in a hurry....

Suddenly,he was clogged by the sight of the incalculable number of warranted employees of police force, standing and patrolling the by-lanes .The traffic,which had piled up by now had come to a standstill,waiting fervently for the V.I.P. convoy to pass down the lane.

This fellow had some carton sort of thing in his hand,and wore a deserted look on the face.With great perplexed sort of expression, he swept the sweat off his forehead and breached the security to traverse the street.

It was followed by a long, tense and silent period broken only by the shouts of policemen,who apprehended the man ,and pounced on him with lathi-blows.

The man laid undeterred and unrepentant of his actions,helplessly staring the surroundings,and still seemed too desperate to get to his destination.

The officers, suspecting him to be a fugitive groped him as well as his possessions thoroughly and seized the carton that he was ferrying expecting it to be a big catch.

But alas,the carton had medicines in it,which was vital for the man,perhaps even vital than his own life to save his child suffering from blockage of arteries.........

The policemen and the general populace were dismayed,and seemed oblivious, if to set the person free or put him behind the bars. Whether the cost of one life is so cheap,as compared to that of a V.I.Ps hassle free journey....!!!

The man still laid there as a vile life,utterly disgraced and humiliated ,with his eyes helplessly gazing on the sky............as the convoy blazed past him!!!

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Anonymous said…
fantastic post,a style different from ur own.but full marks!!
Kanchan Dixit said…
So you are spreading a new idea with every post.Grip over language gives more meaning to it...Pretty good attempt this time.

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