Slipped tongue panic

A lot many hours have passed but still I am shivering with fear… this incident will remain etched on my memory throughout my life. Someone has aptly said that language is easy to learn but its use is crucial. There is nothing unusual in having talk with people traveling with you in a train but this time it wasn’t. My uncle, whom I was accompanying on one tour made such a statement that no normal person could bear and remain idle to protest. Our train coach had substantial number of Muslim travelers. I observed them performing their holy rituals, even in train, at particular time intervals. They were looking very much particular about that stuff. I was just an observer till my uncle struck talk to one ‘bhaijaan’. My uncle told him about one internationally famous ‘Taj-baag’ (dargaah) in Nagpur but what he uttered next was nothing less than poison - he addressed one area of Nagpur rich in minority demographics as ‘chota Pakistan’. I was gazing outside as Nagpur was at distance of 15 minutes, his words drove me towards him like anything and I just looked at him with disappointment and frown. He then tried to console and it was actually requisite as no one hears any derogatory remarks over community that it belongs to. That ‘bhaijaan’ called him on his seat, my uncle sitting at a distance 0f 3-4 feet from him was speaking all this rubbish, I think he was well aware of uncle’s words and ruckus that those could create. He then explained him that how his religion being detracted and their people too but his knowledge about all religions is so worthy and this must be the only reason behind his tolerance. Those 15 minutes were like sitting on blaze. My heart beats raised and my face paled with fear. I knew nothing despite to get down from train as early as possible though the man was kind and witty enough to tackle the situation but I was not sure about my uncle who I am sure would have created panic with his tongue slipped again………..