Welcome back, gentle readers. Today I am writing a fictional story. 

It was time to run up to the state election. Some political parties called for a rally. So most public transport was off the road that day.

It was a hot, sultry day. There was a meeting in the office that went on until late in the evening. Some of our colleagues wanted to have a drink at a bar. They insisted that I join them. So, we headed to a bar on Park Street. It was 10 at night when we came out of the bar. 

In these few hours, the weather was changing. I was riding my bike back home. The sky became cloudy. The streets were almost deserted. Suddenly, a thunderstorm and rain broke out. It was raining heavily. Visibility was limited. At one crossing, one man almost came in front of my two-wheeler, waving his hands at me for stopping my bike. I had to stop. The man asked to leave him at the next crossing. I reluctantly agreed. 

I was driving slowly in the rain. Suddenly, I felt some sharp metallic thing on my back. The pillion rider asked me in a husky voice to ride as per his direction. I had to abide by his wish, as there was no help available for me.

I rode as per the man's direction for fifteen minutes and reached an unknown alley. Three men were waiting for us there. They asked me to leave my purse, phone, and bike. I pleaded to keep a few hundred with me. They were not interested; they took my belongings and fled on the bike. 

I was struck in an unknown locality on a rainy night. In the first few minutes, I couldn’t think of my next move. There was no one in the vicinity to ask for help. I started walking aimlessly. After walking two to three kilometre, I arrived at a residential area. The rain subsided. I found a guard man of a multistory housing complex. 

After listening to my ordeal, he agreed to make me a few calls. The first call I made was to my spouse. I tell her everything. The next call I made was to my best friend, Ashok. He was at dinner table. He readily agreed to help. My friend arrived in half an hour and dropped me off at home. My mom and spouse was waiting with a lot of worry for my safety. 

One of my uncles had a connection with the Kolkata police; he helped me get back my phone and bike. 

Thanks for reading.