In the heart of Delhi, sprawled between its colorful buildings and its ever changing city landscape was one such land that differed completely from others. Barricades met you for miles should one decide to drive up to this place, Army personnel with their reinforced jeeps and cars, guns strapped across their shoulders or hanging low by their hips as they patrolled the perimeter of this site. To even pass one of these barricades, you need multiple ID checks, biometrics, sometimes a phone call from an overseeing general to let you in.
Yet there was one car, a very plain looking grey Alto which as it drove closer caused the barricades to roll back immediately men saluting as it passed. Inside sat a man in a plain old black suit, nothing of his physical appearance seemed to fit the respect he was being shown. He looked like a normal man.
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