Papa has been watching the election campaigning for a long time. I also ended up watching some bits of it and got interested in the campaigning.
Yesterday we went for voting because it was the voting day in Mumbai. I was very excited to go, thinking that I could see the process of voting. The voting was happening at a close-by school. The election people divided the voters into different booth numbers so that the queues would be short.
The day before the elections, our society people gave us slips which contained the information to help us vote. In these slips we found our booth number. Our booth number was 98. It was on the second floor of the school.
When we reached there, we had to stand in a big queue to enter our booth. I was getting very bugged while standing in the queue because it was so boring to just stand in a line. I wanted to get to the booth quickly. It took almost one hour. There were many people from our building in the queue.
A policeman was standing at the entrance to the classroom which had our booth, to maintain law and order. He said that I couldn't go inside the booth. I got upset. The policeman said that I could stand next to him and could watch my parents vote.
At the first counter, the election officer saw their voter ID and checked if their name was there in the voter list. At the second counter, another person put an ink-mark on their nail. After that, they took the slip and asked them to vote. This was being done one-by-one.
The voting machine was kept separately, in a closed area. They went to the machine and pressed the button to vote for their party.
After the voting was done, we came back home.
Thinking that it would be exciting, it turned out to be a boring event.
PS: While Papa had to ask me a lot of questions and help me with some synonyms, but eventually this was written out the way I wanted to tell it.
Yesterday we went for voting because it was the voting day in Mumbai. I was very excited to go, thinking that I could see the process of voting. The voting was happening at a close-by school. The election people divided the voters into different booth numbers so that the queues would be short.
The day before the elections, our society people gave us slips which contained the information to help us vote. In these slips we found our booth number. Our booth number was 98. It was on the second floor of the school.
When we reached there, we had to stand in a big queue to enter our booth. I was getting very bugged while standing in the queue because it was so boring to just stand in a line. I wanted to get to the booth quickly. It took almost one hour. There were many people from our building in the queue.
A policeman was standing at the entrance to the classroom which had our booth, to maintain law and order. He said that I couldn't go inside the booth. I got upset. The policeman said that I could stand next to him and could watch my parents vote.
At the first counter, the election officer saw their voter ID and checked if their name was there in the voter list. At the second counter, another person put an ink-mark on their nail. After that, they took the slip and asked them to vote. This was being done one-by-one.
The voting machine was kept separately, in a closed area. They went to the machine and pressed the button to vote for their party.
After the voting was done, we came back home.
Thinking that it would be exciting, it turned out to be a boring event.
PS: While Papa had to ask me a lot of questions and help me with some synonyms, but eventually this was written out the way I wanted to tell it.
