For me, police stations and hospitals are places that are to be seen only when needed and ignored when not needed. Such places are good to have nearby, but not too close, if you know what I mean.
It’s not like I’m scared of them; just that I’d like to keep my distance from them. Most of the times I pretend like they don’t exist !
Last week was one of the times that I didn’t ignore the presence of a police station. I was in Colva (Goa) and the local police station was close to where I was staying. Housed in an old and traditional house that looked really quaint and cute, the Colva Police Station was a landmark in the area. But what caught my attention was a huge pile of papers stacked on an open shelf in the station’s verandah and clearly visible from the road.
I was intrigued at the paper pile at the police station and all sorts of questions ran through my mind. What were these papers all about?
Were they solved cases or unsolved cases?
Were they FIRs or NCs?
Were they important papers or unimportant papers?
And most importantly, what were these papers doing out in the open?
I would pass the police station at least twice a day during my stay in Colva, and each time my eyes would be drawn to the paper pile. And each time I would wonder at the different possibilities of what the papers could be or could not be.
Dear reader, what do you think these papers are? Do tell 🙂
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