Only the noise coming from the exhaust pipes of long vehicles at intervals was disturbing the calmness of the night. But this did not go on for long as a man’s voice was beginning to get to the ears of the people anytime the noise from exhaust pipe trailed off in a distance. The voice of the man was coming from one of the petrol filling stations beside the biggest motor park in Ajita. The park touts and street traders who were more or less homeless were beginning to come closer to the man with the gift of the garb. They clustered round him to hear what he was saying standing on top one of the fuel pump machines addressing a sizeable crowd that was on the increase by the minutes. The gathering soon became an umbrella of a crowd of angry people willing to be led by the orator. The orator who
