The Stranger clad in Uniform ...

He stood engulfed in the thick whirlpool of smoke, his eyes watered and itched as he strained to look ahead, his once smooth face was creased with lines of age, making his skin fall loose with multiple folds.
"Only one year more, and then I'll be happily retired", he thought as he raised his right hand straight with practiced ease and indicated the vehicles to move ahead. Various engines spurred enthusiastically and the 'air-conditioned' cars leapt forward, flying past him to cross the signal.
He sighed again. The life of a 'Traffic Policeman' was never easy.
And to add to his pains, the automatic signal had just broken down, which meant that it would take at least half a day for the mechanic to repair it. And which forced the policeman  to leave the comfortable shed of nearby tea-shop and stand here in the scorching heat. "Huh", he swept a bead of fresh sweat from his forehead and lamented ending up with this job. People always regarded the job of a traffic policeman to be careless, lethargic and easy-going, thinking they were paid for drinking tea all day near the tea stall. Though he did not deny this fact utterly, but he also believed that he put in a great deal to control the traffic which was easily thwarted by some mischievious pranksters bent on breaking the traffic rules.
His thoughts were broken when out of the blue an Apache 160 zoomed past him, "Another rule breaker", he murmured and was about to note the bike number when the biker knocked off a bicycle on its way and sped off with ferocious speed, he surely had no mood of stopping.
A big crowd gathered around the injured boy who lay unconscious on the road. The policeman quickly strode forward, speaking into his walkie-talkie at the same time. His heart beat fast, this was the second accident in the same month. He squatted to get a closer look at the boy when someone amongst the crowd commented, " What are these traffic officials paid for? Drinking tea by the tea-shop all day..??"
He closed his eyes and inhaled slowly. Such comments were not at all new to him, it was literally part of job description of any new policeman.
But there was no time for such thoughts. He had a task at hand. He was to administer this boy in the nearby government hospital. A couple of young robust policeman came to aid, and together they lifted the boy. The crowd started evaporating, no one had any intention to be of any help.
At the end of the day, he sighed with exhaustion. It was a day full of hard work, pain and efforts; in return of which he only received jests and rude comments. 
And when he proceeded back to his home, he only wished that he was anything but a traffic policeman...