He opened the newspaper, which blocked his face from mine. I didn't know if it was intentional but I felt it was. It's a normal norm here.I realized it during my first week there itself. 6 years later, nothing changed.
I kept quiet and turned to the peon next to him.
I smiled but he didn't react. That place had an eeric silence.
"Did I asked you to come in?" he moved the newspaper and asked in a rude tone. His eyebrows peaked.
I strained my brain for an appropriate answer.
I don't know why human have to behave such a way.
I kept silent.
I know he going to screw me. He probably circled my name and cancelled my visa for the upcoming year.
I fixed my gazed down and came out.
After all, he just a passport office staff.
"I've never been so humiliated," my another friend said.
He was treated worser than me.
"What happened?" I asked.
'Let go far first.'"
"One day, this shall pass. We should be someone so big that no body disrespect us."
I winked at him.
"Is it possible?"
"It is," he said..
The conversation that these pictures reminds me of.
One day everything will be different.
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