Excited policemen increased the walkie-talkie chatter, tightened traffic rules and lost all sense of humour. Lathis were being drawn, our Rickshaw puller retracted way back in a small side alley, where he remained in an ambiguous state between tension and routine endurance. Within minutes, an eerie silence engulfed the central crossing. Only some birds were audible, and of course the omnipresent elephant-clad signboards of her party, fluttering in the wind. They announced in elaborate Hindi that it has pleased the most honorouble Madam Chief Minister to bestow upon the people of her province, on the occasion of her birthday, and in recognition of their suffering for the cause, a new law (the 2011 UP Right to Information Act). Then suddenly: laughter all around, tension being replaced by noise, traffic resuming. Her motorcade must have taken the other route. It still feels like we had (almost) met her...