The police inspector stood amongst the rioters, negotiating.
“They started it first,” screamed a youth leader.
The inspector told him what would happen to his future was he arrested. Anger reduced, they jeered at him. He was not the aggressive cop they were hoping for.
“Did you open teargas?” thundered the commissioner.
“No signal, sir.” The inspector cut the call and stood between the rioters, talking in soft tones, reminding them not to fall prey to their passions. Their mockery turned to exhaustion and they dispersed in the midnight, as a lonely figure walked back to his police car.
He did not belong to anyone. He used and threw them. Now he was sick from a terminal illness, lying alone. His housekeeper of 10 years walked to him and changed his clothes without emotion. “Thank you,” he told her. Had he spoken to her? She looked at him, stunned. He could detect some deep feeling behind her eyes for the first time. He had never known her eyes were intelligent and kind. Why had he not seen her before? The way she looked at him! He held her hands, gratified that he had found true love at last.
at the braided girl in brown hair with his half-blind eyes. The first time he saw her, she was dancing to
the same tune. Has it been 60 years? They were married the next year and she
had passed away a year after their marriage. She was back now, wearing the same
dress. “Melanie’, he whispered weakly. Melanie, for the first time in her
traditional attire, danced exuberantly. She looked at him and sensed that
something was wrong. She hurried over to him. ‘Grandpa’, she shook him. His
limp body fell to the ground with a thud.