Be a common man!
To my knowledge, only three people in Nizamuddin East colony know that I am standing for elections. First, for she is a neighbour and the other two, second, a neighbour, and the third, a few houses down the lane, because I called the other day regarding the certification of my electoral roll. I just drove in to Nizamuddin alone – no security (which I formally refused) – no vote soliciting materials on display on the MUV – as the city sleeps albeit almost. Being just a commoner never felt nicer.