My Passport
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This is a real incident , which happened with me during the police verification of my passport. "Corruption and Bribes" these are the two words which always reminds us to be aware with police personnel. Here in this story, I'm facing a same problem which are being faced by innocent little literate youths of our great india for the verification of passport file.
The names of persons mentioned in this story is fictitious except mine and my friend.
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