"I'll meet you in twenty minutes". As I hung up the phone I remembered that my wallet's leather has worn out and made a note to buy one on the route. The weather was cloudy and the alley which was supposedly a shortcut to the city was heavily crowed.
It was a difficult climb up as the way was on a rise and there were people all around. As I reached the main street, there was a woman, in her thirties or so it appeared, who had a huge baggage with her. She had blonde hair and wore typical american attire. I do not wait and reflect on distinct looking strangers but history has evidence that wars have started from minor brawls.
"Hey, mister would you please help me with my baggage", a sailor-voice pleaded. Though it didn't matter and I was getting late, I decided to help her out.
"Can you help me with some money?"
"Sorry, I am running short of cash"
Few encounters can save us a lot of labour and few of them can result evidently in a humanity crisis as it would present. A few days later, as I was driving, I found the same woman standing on the roadside. Though she asked me for a lift, I ignored the entire scenario and moved along.
On my way, I stopped to buy an item at a shop adjacent to police station.
"These people are reckless. They don't know what they are dealing with." said a policeman
"Maybe. Ignorance can be a cause", replied another.
One of them pulled out a picture of a women out of his pocket and showed it to other.
"This woman filed a case last month. Later when she was proved wrong, she continued to fight us through one means or the other"
"Let me have look."
As he looked at the photograph, I caught a glimpse of her face. It was the same woman!
"Maybe some people enjoy fighting the law"
"Oh! I know her. Apparently, her lover who was a gangster was killed in an encounter last month. Since then she had been urging higher authorities to look into the case"
I had a sudden partly horror, partly dismay subjugation of inner conscience. Too much baggage in life can not only result in some enigmatic losses but also the moral compass would be distorted urging some dramatic directions. It was about dusk and a deep reflection of modern mayhem was perturbed by a crane tolling my vehicle which was in a no-parking zone. Another mayhem!
Next day, I sat at the footsteps of my door reflecting on how low the modern civilization can stoop which was due to confiscation of my vehicle and another was the revelation which I faced yesterday. I was yet to submit my article to a magazine on "Market Policy".
Unable to get my mind off this situation, I urged my journalist friend, living next door, to submit the article.
"I would", he said. "But my situation is same. I had to interview the commissioner this evening and submit the statement on the recent encounter. But I am running short of time."
"Complete the article. I will take care of the interview. Give me your ID"
A mass communication course never came more handy. Moreover, I have to get my vehicle from police headquarters too.
To my surprise, the commissioner was not available. Hence, I was able to record statements of the officer in charge. It turns out that he was facing some situation with the blonde woman regarding the encounter. Having some context of the case and a personal misery which I was subjected to since then, I had to do something about it.
"An exposè would do. Atleast it would take the heat off of you." I suggested
"For how long?"
"Till media covers it. Maybe perpetually"
An article was published in the newspaper and it was on headlines for a few months. Opposite to one's expectation, it wore off the heat from police and the limelight did its job perfectly. The case was transfered to another department. Throughout the period, the woman never let her guard down and the policemen, realising that it was a matter of heart, never pressed upon her.
After nearly four months from the incident, I was standing near a shop when I saw that woman again. She was just passing by. She had changed a bit and had a confused look on her face. In her latest interview, she made a statement.
"I fought the law"
It took me back to time when I overheard the conversation of two policemen. And I couldn't agree more.
In every case, when someone's destiny is re-routed to a meaningless destination someone is involved. Someone who knew what he was doing. And maybe someday, destiny would reveal to her that some people were involved, some people apart from the ones who fought, people like me who had a hand in it which changed her direction to completely new junction. For better or for worse.