The young man, in his late twenties or early thirties, looked at Arvind. ‘A single country can’t have two Constitutions, two Prime Ministers, and two national emblems. What do you think?’ Arvind thought about it for a moment and then spoke. ‘Roses are red, violets are blue, we have one problem, who needs two?’ The young man laughed and patted Arvind on his head. ‘I too love poetry but mostly in Hindi. What’s your name?’ ‘Arvind Bagadia. And yours?’ ‘Atal Bihari Vajpayee.’
