FROM HIGHWAYS TO BYWAYS

Might falls to right.

- Bakhat Singh Dhingra

Mr Nath sitting on a humble stool most unlike himself had a wrinkled face, appeared crestfallen and looked in a state of depression. It was eleven o'clock in the day. No other member of the family was home.

Unable to bear the cruelty, rebelled and quietly packed her bags to go to her parents.

While scanning the list of allottees of Low Income Group Apartments, the Estate officer was shocked to see the name of Mr. Nath, Senior Superintendent Police whom not only he himself as fellow senior membership of District Club knew but the man was known to whole city by virtue of his position of authority. Mr. Nath was in his friendship circle. The Estate Officer saw his name, checked his address, phone number one more time. Yes there was no mistake about it. Every entry was right. But what was really shocking to him is that an owner of three private villas should be applying for a low class housing essentially reserved only for the poorer sections of the society. Perhaps he could be buying one for any of his helps in the villa, the idea flashed his mind. But the income certificate appended was in his own name. It was his pension statement. Also intriguing to him was that Mr. Nath a regular, had not been seen in the premises of club for the last couple of a months.