The Choices We Make


It was just another day at work…meetings, mails and making notes from case files.

I was glad that the day was coming to an end. My daughter’s first piano recital was in the evening, at the auditorium. A proud moment for us.

The room’s silence was broken by the ringing of the phone.

It must be the wife, I thought, reminding about the timings.

I picked up the phone and listened, as the team-mate reported from the crime scene asking me to join him.

The change of plans disheartened me, momentarily, but as a Policeman, it’s service above self, always!



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