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A gust of wind hit her straight on face, the only place it could hit; remaining body was covered by a mountain of woolens. She quickened her pace to cross the distance from bus stop to her flat.
All of a sudden she felt that someone was following her, she turned and saw a figure walking in the same direction at a distance; he or she was not clearly visible because of the fog.
She looked around her, there was no one else visible on the street, it was late and sane people were relaxing in their warm rooms.
She had no one else to blame but herself, she stayed late to finish the note sir has given. She might have done it tomorrow, by reaching there early, but no, she had to do it today so she could study it during the night.
She quickened her pace and turned back after a while the shadow too stopped and bent down, pretending to do something as she watched it, the distance was same just enough to make recognition impossible but enough to pounce on her at first chance.
Suddenly someone stepped up in front of her, “Hello Sweetie.” He hissed in a malicious voice.
Her limbs froze, she knew who he was, a notorious gangster of the area, infamous for his preying on women.
She realized that on one side of the road was a small park apparently from there Kalu has stepped out and on the other side was thirty feet high wall of a factory.
He was reeking of country liquor and a half empty bottle was dangling from his hand.
He reached out to grab her hand and then froze, his eyes started to bulge out of his face, he was staring right behind her and then he dropped there, unconscious.
She was about to turn when she heard a voice, the voice of a woman, “Don’t turn back child, just walk towards your home! I will be following you.”
Sharmishtha Basu
6.12.11
Good that u brought her back safely:-)