The Om Minister, remains unshaken in his trance.
Protesters. Maoists. Terrorists. Idealists. Rapists. Communists. Therapists…
What’s the blessed difference?
None at all, intoned the Om Minister, unshaken in his trance. “Tackle them all with one weapon of choice: The Iron-willed Brahmastra of the State.”
The Cat shrugged.
The Om Minister was, quite literally, above persuasion.
“And what about us Miaowists,” asked the Cat. “Who will bell us?”
The Om Minister drew a deep breath and floated a few places higher.
We’re still waiting for him to exhale.
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