. After the evening dressing, Ansh and I were taken to a room. Escorted by huge, muscular officers. As we entered the room, I saw Ansh trying to lift his hand for a salute. The person was facing his back towards us and looking out of the window. His face structure was slightly visible from the reflection on the glass of the window. His hair a perfect salt and pepper. Crisp pants and blue shirt. His coat hung on the chair. The huge table in front had a wooden plate. And it read 'I.P.S TARUN ARORA'. There was a wall covered with photographs of different officers in uniform and a huge map of India. Well the room was more like a museum. I know it doesn't go with my personality but I love museums...the art, the history and the old photographs draw me towards them. Also I looked at the hanging m
