Election day is always an event , the whole family gathers at our ancestral house in our village, its festive and its fun, it was the same this year too.
This was the second time I was voting, so I felt like a veteran, but then when I reached the polling booth I had a queasy feeling, there were butterflies fluttering in my stomach. It was the same the first time too, almost like I’m going in for some examination.
There was a long line, my dad and uncle went right in and cast their vote but poor me had to stand in line. Perks of being a police officers his whole life maybe, he never has to stand in lines. You either have to be a senior citizen, a police officer, or mother with brattish, whiney kids to have any chance of breaking the line. I didn’t belong to any of the above mentioned category, so I diligently stood in line for 30 mins before my turn came. There was a guy who was constantly cracking jokes and keeping everyone entertained, so I didn’t have much problem standing for 30 mins, and the weather was pleasant too. After having my voters id verified I pressed the buttons in the EVM. Then I walked back home feeling proud of having done my duty towards the nation. I’m glad to be living in a democratic nation.