One day, at midnight, as I was returning from my friend's party, I
dragged my feet along the streets which laid parallel to the Nineteenth
Main Avenue - the hub of criminals. People feared to visit the Square,
even during the day. However, I was new in the city and was completely
unaware of the terrible happenings that were bestowed upon me, to bear
the pain that I probably deserved for many bad deeds in my life. Yes, I
had done many bad deeds in my life, deeds which cannot be spoken of.
As I heard the sound of my footsteps radiating from the splash of water present in small ditches all over the road, caused by the devil-rain (very heavy rain), I also heard footsteps of two strangers entering my ears with the former background of my footsteps and the rain which was drooping from the sky, as if someone had made the gravity of the earth;weak.
If I increased my pace, they too would. If I decreased my pace, then also, they would just follow. I took the first left which I could see, and hid myself by the corner. However, they had eyes equivalent to Hawk. They spotted me hiding. I started running as fast as I could, but my portly body didn't allow me to outrun the muscle-men.
They pulled me by my collar, and before I could react, they started beating me implacably. They forced me to squat on the ground and themselves knelt on the ground with one knee bent. I was unable to see their face, silhouetted with the dim street lights. I could hear the siren of a police car emanating from a distance of about a hundred meters. They seemed to be shocked by the siren and turned back, running away from me. Oh my God ! Police ! I must run away, for they are not going to spare a criminal Godfather ( i.e. me ). But before I could even get up, they surrounded me fro all sides.
They asked me,"Are you okay, Sir ?"
What ? They called me "Sir"? Strange. But then I remembered that I was not in my old place, California, where my photo was pasted on every street having a "WANTED" tag above it.
I replied,"I am fine."
"Is there any problem sir? We usually don't see people wandering about these streets, especially at this time and at this place" they said.
"No there is no problem at all. Now, if you excuse me please." Said I
"Shall we drop you home Sir ? You look weary, tired and are dragging your foot as if you are severely wounded."
"No thank you. I can walk my way back."said I, leaving the place hastily.
On my way back, I kept on thinking about about who they were ?
As I reached home, I saw seventeen miss-calls from my friend Shawn. As I was about to call him, he again called me. I picked up his call.
"Did you enjoy the party ?" he asked.
"Yeah ! It was good."
"How's your leg ?" he asked chuckling at me.
I just smiled and ended the call as now, I knew, that it was just a prank by my dear gangster buddy.
As I heard the sound of my footsteps radiating from the splash of water present in small ditches all over the road, caused by the devil-rain (very heavy rain), I also heard footsteps of two strangers entering my ears with the former background of my footsteps and the rain which was drooping from the sky, as if someone had made the gravity of the earth;weak.
If I increased my pace, they too would. If I decreased my pace, then also, they would just follow. I took the first left which I could see, and hid myself by the corner. However, they had eyes equivalent to Hawk. They spotted me hiding. I started running as fast as I could, but my portly body didn't allow me to outrun the muscle-men.
They pulled me by my collar, and before I could react, they started beating me implacably. They forced me to squat on the ground and themselves knelt on the ground with one knee bent. I was unable to see their face, silhouetted with the dim street lights. I could hear the siren of a police car emanating from a distance of about a hundred meters. They seemed to be shocked by the siren and turned back, running away from me. Oh my God ! Police ! I must run away, for they are not going to spare a criminal Godfather ( i.e. me ). But before I could even get up, they surrounded me fro all sides.
They asked me,"Are you okay, Sir ?"
What ? They called me "Sir"? Strange. But then I remembered that I was not in my old place, California, where my photo was pasted on every street having a "WANTED" tag above it.
I replied,"I am fine."
"Is there any problem sir? We usually don't see people wandering about these streets, especially at this time and at this place" they said.
"No there is no problem at all. Now, if you excuse me please." Said I
"Shall we drop you home Sir ? You look weary, tired and are dragging your foot as if you are severely wounded."
"No thank you. I can walk my way back."said I, leaving the place hastily.
On my way back, I kept on thinking about about who they were ?
As I reached home, I saw seventeen miss-calls from my friend Shawn. As I was about to call him, he again called me. I picked up his call.
"Did you enjoy the party ?" he asked.
"Yeah ! It was good."
"How's your leg ?" he asked chuckling at me.
I just smiled and ended the call as now, I knew, that it was just a prank by my dear gangster buddy.
- Gourav Ku. Das
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