( This is entirely a work of fiction and any resemblance between the characters and persons living or dead is purely coincidental.) As I walk past the security that thoroughly checked me all over, I try to pinch myself into believing that I really had clinched an interview with one of the most sought after politicians on the scene today. This particular person in reference was the leader of one of the largest parties that thrived on the support of ‘minority groups’, and was also one of the most major harassments that the government currently faced. Nervous and excited, I enter the large gates to her bungalow. The long, long passage is lined with enormous white statues of that enormous animal that’s her party’s symbol— arre that grey one with something sticking out of its nose? Rhino, yes! (Did you think an elephant? No no!) There are also some bust-like statues of things that look strangely like...handbags. By the time I reach her office, I’m half panting, half scared, hal...