Seedhi Chaal by malik Safdar Hayaat-august--It was a pleants fine morning in February, the chill had passed , the poilce officer-in-charge was about to leave for his office after getting over his daily breakfast, there was a knock at the door, he was quite surprised as it was unusual that someone should come so early to his one room quarter at this early hour, if there was anyone in need of his help he would have gone straight to the office or waited outside for him to come out, but the knock meant there was some emergency.