What goes around, Comes around

“It’s a Jaali note” he announced, as he handed the 500 Rupee note back to me. ‘Sorry Madam, but I can’t accept this’ A minute ago, the note in question had been under watchful scrutiny, being held up against the light, twisted, turned, inspected and now the verdict was out. Mortified, I fumbled around in my bag, feeling almost guilty for a sin that I had unwittingly committed. Beads of perspiration dotted my forehead as I began to feel acutely self-conscious under the intrusi