Moisture threatened to gather in my eyes. They became more ominous, because water drops were about to spill out. I had seen a handcuffed man, escorted by two uniformed men, for the first time in my life. I was thinking about all the things written by great philosophers, thinkers and the French Revolution and what not… He was chained like a wild beast.
But my thinking process was broken by him.
“Would it cross ………….?” asked the prisoner.
“In which sector this area is located?” cross questioned the conductor.
“In sector 44, Noida.” replied the prisoner.
Like us, his voice was agitated, his forehead having many frowns, teeth peeping out from the slightly opened mouth. He was eager to reach his destination. Then he conveyed the whole message to the uniformed personnel.
“Come on! Come on! This will go,” they said in unison. The way, we do it with friends on a bus stop!!!
