Dehradun, July 4 -- In Dehradun's fold, where ridges dream,

And history walks by every stream,

A friendship bloomed, both firm and true

Forged in duty's calm and journal's hue.

I had newly joined as the city's DM,

When Satish rode with me, one p.m.

For a thana inspection he accompanied me

But a brief stop at the Tehsil found me

So my car, with him, sped on to the thana gate,

Where they thought he bore the DM's weight!

With salutes and files, and chairs set right

He smiled through all, not one to slight.

To this day, we share a laugh so wide,

Of that mistaken regal ride.

A tale that time has only warmed,

Of how respect and cheer are formed.

But jest aside, his work speaks plain -

With ink and courage, not with chain.

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