I was alone and there were four of them. It was da

I was alone and there were four of them. It was dark and they were drunk. Full story in caption I was alone and there were four of them. It was dark and they were drunk. I could sense it by the way they spoke. It was a lonely stretch one which I usually avoid though it's a shorter route. But, today I was running late and thought I would use this route to reach the hostel quicker before the cut off time as I didn't want to beg the warden to let me in or give her another chance to call up my parents and complain about me, worrying them unnecessarily. On retrospect, I know it was a foolish decision to have taken this route. I could sense them following me at a distance. I was filled with fear. There were horrible thoughts running in my mind. Whom could I call out for help? Who could reach me so quickly? I calmed myself down and suddenly it flashed. I had saved the emergency helpline number for women on my screen. You know, just in case. I dialled the hoysala pink sarathi; the special helpline for women in distress. There was nothing else I could do except hope. Luckily for me they were just two streets away as they had received lot of complaints regarding this lonely stretch it seems. The van screeched to a halt just when these men were about 50 metres behind me, following me. They were bundled up and taken by another vehicle while I was dropped to my hostel safely by the police. I thanked them profusely for being my Knights in shining armour. A lesson I won't ever forget in life. Not to put myself at risk merely because I didn't want to get scolded by my parents. I realised that nothing is more important to a parents than the safety of their child. #At10by31story#AestheticThoughts#YoStoWriMo#ATYoStoWriMo#yqbaba

Durga Kannan