The morning of July the 14th felt different, in a good way: it was auspicious, with clouds that slowly scudded over lush blue sky, revealing the sun, bright; seemingly fierce, but glowing softly, tingling on the skin even: as if to say this is my son with whom I am well pleased. It was 7:00 am and electorate-feet walked past to cast votes, not aggressively but in a delicate manner like going to receive Holy Communion. It had rained all night, and the sun shun illustrious on the wet asphalt, trees, and rooftops; Vehicles that were usually late for work, rushing, weren’t on the road or rather they were but parked, stationary, Immobile basking in the glow. The Citizen-friendly Policemen who normally refuse gratification (no matter how hard pressed) for the impressive work they do, weren’t in sight; I felt a desire to see their patriotic faces cruising in their police cars, with red and blue sirens so attractive to the eyes. Come to think of it, when was the last time ...
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