3rd January 2019, foggy smoky morning in Delhi’s (India) elite Chanakyapuri neighborhood.
Heavy security personnel, barricades on the roads, lush greenery with long fencing around a dome-shaped building.
My brother and I reached well before time. He hugged me and had to leave with all my basic personal belongings including my mobile phone.
I had a white transparent folder in my hand that had only my documents which I gazed upon a thousand times.
