“Chowrasta Chatter”- The Statesman.

A strange political lull hangs over the town that has been enveloped for most of the time by listless fog. Somewhere in the whiteness of the days, the rancorous cries of our leaders appear to have faded out. There is no saying, in this silence what political plots are being hatched to determine our common destiny.
Those who serve us, live behind impregnable walls. We wait at the table, hungry. It’s an interminable wait to ensure that we realise who is to serve whom. The tables, in a way, have turned. Gandhi the great “servant” of the masses, is today an anachronism. Thugs have now taken over, and changed the rules of the game.
We have no clue what is going on: Sixth? or Fifth Schedule? or Article 371? You might as well read the tea leaves. And it is such an effort to find what is happening behind close doors, that most give up. Hoping only for some magic that would make our politicians decent human beings.