#Not a fairy tale. Simple.
#An encounter with a traffic police.
It was a saturday afternoon, I remember. On one of the busiest and narrowest roads in the insides of City, I was driving my bike. It was somewhere near the famous Dagru shet temple, when I was whistled by a traffic policeman. I had recently joined a multinational in pune after my graduation, and so was new to the place back then. It was 2013, somewhere in the first quarter I guess.
He was a rather short guy, in thick lenses & in his late 50’s, with over bulging body curvatures. He shouted something in marathi with directioning of hands. I gauged by his expression, he was instructing to stop my bike on the sides.