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It was long past midnight. He was standing alone in his room overlooking the vast sprawling grounds of his house. The doctor had told him that he should exercise a bit ….. which at 85 years of age he found laughable. He looked out …. the grounds were flat and the trees dusty. He felt a huge wave of homesickness for the hills he grew up in. They did not have much in his youth, but what they had was fresh and untainted. His aging lungs longed for the fresh air of the hills.
Delhi had given them so much. He had joined politics, and had swiftly risen in ranks. Now his ministry was bringing in a huge project ….. and as was the norm, people who wanted a piece of the action had trooped in during the last week with suitcases full of currency. Those bags of currency were all over the house, in his room even. The staff was not being able to cope with the task of concealing the lot.
There was a time such things thrilled him. It was all a game. But he was an aged lion now. The chase was beyond him and the kill did not thrill him. He wanted to get away, but like all men who ride the tiger, he knew it was impossible. His party, his sons, his employees would not allow him to go easily. The hills, his village would have to wait ….. There was game afoot. There would be time to say goodbye soon.
He heard a movement, a bag was being torn from inside! He stared, and a slight figure, almost that of a child ripped open a soft bag and came out. The person was dressed in a mask and a cat suit. The shock was too much for his aging heart. He watched helplessly. The person took photos of the many bags in the room with a cellphone. He shuddered as a pain gripped his chest, and the person swiftly shone a torch at him. The minister was having a heart attack while he witnessed a sting operation in his own house. He fell on the floor. The person hesitated, then picked up a pillow to place under his head. Currency notes spilled out of the pillow case!
“Goodbye Minister” said the person while taking pictures of the minister lying on a pillow case from which currency notes were spilling out.
The headlines next day
MINISTER SLEEPS ON TAX PAYERS MONEY WHILE THE NATION WEEPS
Writers Note : Inspired by this news item about Ex Minister Sukhram