Land of the rising Sun

. No matter whether I get it or not but I have to try.
I spared time from my busy schedule to start on for this journey whose destiny I was highly unsure of. I started in the much familiar Delhi Metro carrying all the required documents with me, boarded-unboarded, took an auto which took me to the Pakistan High Commission, New Delhi. Standing right opposite to the technologically updated Australian High Commission, I witnessed a building which reminded me of the olden era. You see persons with typewriters sitting right near the gates of the high commission to fill your forms to be produced at the commission. As the sun rises people flong to the area to queue up for getting entry to the commission. You see people resting on the bedsheets spread over the roads.
And the gates open to take people in groups inside the embassy. The gates will open only thrice till 11 for the visa applicants. I also formed a part of the queue waiting for my number. 'You are not allowed to take your bags and phones inside', somebody tells me. And I am like where should I keep it. There comes a lady who asks me that I can keep my bag with her. I was appalled. How can I just hand over my valuables to a stranger in this world where the place for trust is shrinking each day. Two persons standing before me tells me that I can give my bag to her as she has been doing this job for some good twenty years and she is widely known there by the name Fatima. My mind instantly told me that I should take advise from my father on phone and he immediately said yes. I didn't think another moment and handed over my belongings to her saying I am believing in you.
And so I came out as the gate opened. She was right near the wall sitting on a bedsheet. She gave one bedsheet to me from the pile of sheets that she offers to the people visiting the place. She also runs a small business of providing food to people who come there and wait for hours at a reasonable price. I talked to her regarding the embassy being outdated. She told me these words- we can only offer honesty at our high commission. And she recounts an experience of her when once a person who had a bag full of indian rupees was apprehensive of handing it over to her but he had no other option. And when he returned, he was delighted to see the rupees being intact at their original position. He happily gave her certain amount as a token of respect for Fatima's honesty. Yes honesty is what they can offer.