Hidden Toll

I really cannot remember if I shared ... Every time I leave the premises of the police station I carry with me this incredible heaviness. With every case that one hears of there, it changes the world as one knew it.

I think I remember venting on a certain Friday(s) when you were here... One day the meeting ended with the Police Commissioner of Women's Cell talking to me. As I was leaving I initiated a parting handshake. Those in the forces are all about protocol. However, he warmly stretched his left hand and held my palm for a fraction of a second.

I did not think about it and yet just for a second I also did.

Cut to the next meeting...as I watched him leaf through some papers - For the first time I realized his right hand was.... I cringed, not at the sight but at myself ... Just felt like this not-so-pleasant person, who though for a moment, gave it a moment of thought. I could not focus on the rest of the meeting. Maybe that's what the city does. With every act of violence a part within each of us stands brutalized.

Another story, another day. :)

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