Doctor Saheb: A Short Story Once, when my grandfather was asleep at his quarter, there was a knock on the door. When he opened, he was greeted with a massive rifle stuck to his head, surrounded by five moustached men with cartridge belts stuck to their chests. 'Are Doctor, chalo hamre saath,' the dacoit yelled. (Read from the beginning in the caption below) Doctor Saheb: A Real Life Story #YQInspire My grandfather was a veterinary doctor. In those days, working as a government employee, he was mostly stationed in the remote areas of Bihar, where poverty and hunger was widespread, which in turn bred lawlessness, bandits and robbery. The village where my grandfather was employed was surrounded by forests on all four sides, which was home to bandits who looted travellers, wagons and carts. Their menace would peak the moment the day reached dusk, and daylight got eclipsed by the moonlight. People were advised not to go outside at night, the transport severed out of fear of being robbed. There was a railway station a few kilometers outside the village and everyday a train arrived from Patna. On several occasions, travellers coming from the railway station to the village had been stripped off of all their belongings by the bandits and were made to walk to their homes in just their underwears. Once, when my grandfather was asleep in his quarter, there was a knock on the door. When he opened the door, he was greeted with a massive rifle stuck on his head, surrounded by five moustached men with cartridge belts stuck to their shoulders.
