It was August 14. There was a long queue outside the bank. Everyone had small flags in their hands. Slogans were also being heard 'Pakistan Zindabad'.
An old watchman was also standing in the queue. He came to collect his pension. After 3 hours, his turn came, and the cashier said:
"Server! System is down, come tomorrow.
The old man quietly turned around. He took out the flag from his pocket, kissed it and put it in his pocket. When he returned home, his grandson asked:
"Grandfather! How was the celebration?
He said:
"Son! Celebration will be when the rich and poor are equal in line. Freedom will be when the promises are fulfilled.