It was a metal and glass door , as they are wont to nowadays .
The glass wasn’t transparent .
Large red letters asked people on the outside to “Pull”.
So , it was perplexing to see a group of people , waiting patiently outside .
He lowered his legs from the noisy bullet , and looked at himself in the mirror. Passing a hand over his slicked hair , and stood up to see all eyes staring at his golden bike. He loved it . His golden shoes and the gold spray paint all over his 350cc new Royal Enfield.
Gold chains swishing from his hip , the crowd parted as he swaggered up to the door and pulled with all his might.
The door handle , smoothly detached itself and he stood holding a steel handle , with two screws hanging morosely .
“It is locked from inside , bewakoofa( you moron !).” Someone screeched . Others sniggered and looked away.
Not done yet , he set about trying to fix the handle in place , by screwing on with the aid of his bike key . Two minutes of this jingling -jangling and the door flew open .
Our gold clad man was flung to a side and a 7 foot tall Punjab Police constable breathed fire into the crowd ” Who is breaking the door ?”
The crowd shrunk away and pointed at the gold guy , slinking in the shadow with the uprooted handle clutched dolefully in his hand .Telling all .
“When they write pull , never pull . Only knock .” he bellowed. The gigantor took the handle , and ushered everyone in ,with a nod of his mighty head.
The glass wasn’t transparent .
Large red letters asked people on the outside to “Pull”.
So , it was perplexing to see a group of people , waiting patiently outside .
He lowered his legs from the noisy bullet , and looked at himself in the mirror. Passing a hand over his slicked hair , and stood up to see all eyes staring at his golden bike. He loved it . His golden shoes and the gold spray paint all over his 350cc new Royal Enfield.
Gold chains swishing from his hip , the crowd parted as he swaggered up to the door and pulled with all his might.
The door handle , smoothly detached itself and he stood holding a steel handle , with two screws hanging morosely .
“It is locked from inside , bewakoofa( you moron !).” Someone screeched . Others sniggered and looked away.
Not done yet , he set about trying to fix the handle in place , by screwing on with the aid of his bike key . Two minutes of this jingling -jangling and the door flew open .
Our gold clad man was flung to a side and a 7 foot tall Punjab Police constable breathed fire into the crowd ” Who is breaking the door ?”
The crowd shrunk away and pointed at the gold guy , slinking in the shadow with the uprooted handle clutched dolefully in his hand .Telling all .
“When they write pull , never pull . Only knock .” he bellowed. The gigantor took the handle , and ushered everyone in ,with a nod of his mighty head.
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