Section 125 is in for a rough ride
India House; the name filled him with a kind of childlike thrill. It conjured up turbaned officers and the palaces of the Raj. As a matter of fact the Indian high commission in Aldwych was surprisingly as he’d anticipated. Situated in a dignified white stone fronted building on a wide, tree lined street, it was easy to find due to the rapidly growing queue developing outside even as early as 8.00 am.
He had read online that he needed to get a ‘queuing ticket’, so he joined the well-mannered queue and lined up outside with everyone else. After five minutes an official of some description asked him his business. Inclined to resent such questions, he stifled his indignation and learned that the ticket booth was by the side entrance further on and the queue itself was upstairs. And then, the fun began.
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