“This is how things run in Sehjo Majra, get this into your fucking head you bastard. Otherwise, you will not have a head for sure. Now give me all the money you have and dare you speak to anyone about this incident.” As Mungerilal turns towards the safe to take out the piles of cash and the gold jewellery, that he has accumulated by forging the bahi khatas financials, a shadow appeared in the back. The very next moment Mungerilal turns towards the dacoit and to his surprise he saw him lying unconscious on the floor with his hands tied to his feet. Making sure that the dacoit doesn’t run away after regaining consciousness. Mungerilal safely kept all the money and gold in the safe and checked the lock three times before running out to the daroga’s office to lodge a complaint.
Sehjo Majra is a small village in the outskirts of Punjab. This village is a no man’s land. During partition many refugees found a new home in Sehjo Majra. That is one of the reason there is mixed population in this village. All the villagers live very peacefully until recent times. Since the recent terrorist attacks. The ties were linked backwards to Sehjo Majra somehow. Though there is a Sehjo Majra in Pakistan as well. Somehow the Indian media houses assumed the clueless Sehjo Majra in a distant part of Punjab had anything to do with sheltering terrorists. This news brought Sehjo Majra in the sight of many and obviously not for the good reason. Soon a police station was built in the village with Sardar Shamsher Singh appointed as the daroga.
Shamsher Singh was from the same village and knew almost everyone. He was the son of a refugee but that was not know to the outer world. It was a secret of Sehjo Majra. Later, on in 5th page the one of the leading newspapers it was clarified that the Sehjo Majra that was under interrogation was the one that is in Pakistan. The clarification went unnoticed by almost everyone. But for the people of Sehjo Majra the construction of the Police Station was a moment of pride. For the first time in their entire lives that felt important.
The sarpanch even announced his full support for the ruling party under any circumstances. However, little did they know they need voter id cards for casting their votes. The Sarpanch of the village Sadik Kamal was a very humble and generous human being. The word in the village was that anyone who has ever asked him for his help has never been refused. Hence the decision of making him the Sarpanch was unanimous. Mungerilal was never happy with this decision, but had to nod his head for Sadik Kamal as the entire village was in Kamal’s favour.
Mungerilal reached the police station crying loudly about being looted by the dacoit. He was asked to sit and the constable got him a glass of water, so he could calm down. He finished the glass and continued to cry. Then after a couple of minutes he calmed himself down and told the daroga that he was looted by the dacoits. Money and gold jewellery was stolen from the house. There were three dacoits, two of them ran away but he was able to capture one of them. Shamsher Singh ran towards Mungerilal’s house along with 2 constables. Upon reaching the house he saw the dacoit lying on the ground with his hands and legs tied. Then he inspected the safe and asked Mungerilal that how did the dacoits manage to steal money and jewellery when the safe is locked. To which Mungerilal fumbled to answer the question. Finally he said that he locked it before leaving for the station. Shamsher was suspicious about the story Mungerilal told but he had not proof.
He asked the constables to carry the dacoit and to take him to station while he would make his notes post further inspection. Mungerilal didn’t utter a word about the shadow or how the dacoit was tied. He kept mum about it. Shamsher left for the police station as he could not find any clue.
After the departure of the police Mungerilal opened his safe counted the money once again and closed the safe. As he was heading towards his room. Someone knocked at the door. As he opened the door he was surprised to see Lord Krishna at his door step. His eyes and mouth wide open. He could not believe that God has actually come to his house.
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