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Anjali


Anjali entered into her little chamber. It was cool but full of work pressure. She looked at the rack that was standing comfortably with burden of files. She put a glance at the wall clock and planned to complete the work. She rang the calling bell. Her orderly hastily entered.
- Ramalu, bring all the files to my table. I want to dispose them now.
-Okay madam.

Ramalu put all files on the table and went away.
Anjali opened one file. It was about the sanction of pension of one Sri Dipak Mohanty, retired from service on 31st December 1999. Due to a misappropriation case his pension was held up. And now after so many years, it was found that he is not really involved. With a sigh, Anjali put her signature on the documents to send them to the office of Accountant General. She cleared all files , called Ramalu and send them to respective branch of her office.
She wanted to thought about Sri Mohanty. What type of humiliation that person might not have faced till date to prove himself guilty free? Can't it be stopped? For someone's mischievous deed good people suffers more. This is called fate in our land. Good or bad, she promised to clear files each day to run with the time, as time is the Important factor for life.

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