The ‘Peace’ Treaty Among Guns
The Defense Minister was sitting in the gigantic white-walled cabin, and Mister President of the ‘rival’ country was assembled opposite to him. In the recent past, their faiths and communities had been in a clash along with their relevant countries. The Defense Minister could lately be seen in a multitude of news feeds due to his terror and massacres, but at the moment, he appeared as calm as Summer Sea. Stuck to the walls were not paintings, but a few soldiers with their mistrust evident as guns in their hands. “I’ve been called here to sign a Peace Treaty, I believe.” said Mister President, after scrutinizing the vigilant militia, who was ready to execute him, on suspecting him underhanded. “Sure.” agreed The Defense Minister, without any ghost of a smile, while sliding a file over to Mister President. “So, we are negotiating for peace in the presence of more than 20 arms.” Mister President proclaimed, almost giggling at the paradox. The Defens