dhundhli tasvir

......it was a dry night in .bilwert  Elizabeth  , the weekend  energy had  died down  the hangover  was  tiring,  he was off duty  and  was going home  he worked in a bar room,  the owner was a sardar ji his young daughter  helped him run the bar room,  his job was to deal with the drunken men amongst other responsibilities,  the distance between his residence and the bar room   was  just two blocks  walking distance  but he used a bicycle,  he was on his way home  it was  a shimmering road,  this name was given to the road  by himself,  the street lights   turned on and off by themselves for a couple of months  and nobody bothered to change the bulbs,  southern African  cities  mostly  shared similar   state of affairs like other cities  and  in the  field of crime  it was unbeatable  

Peddling  fast over the  bridge  he was only thinking of his comfortable bed , suddenly  his gaze fell on that shinnering road on three dark  silhouetted figures  who were   dragging forcibly a girl   towards a car  waiting in the middle of the road,  her scooter was fallen  on one side  and the  wheel of it was  still running 

It was a common  scene for him,  a young woman  alone  at night on that secluded road  with its street lights not working properly  driving her scooter  was like  a doe in a jungle full of wolves