She looked at her watch, it wasn’t too late. Evening fell with its usual camaraderie. Prayers being offered in rows at a mosque, always a fascination. An eagerness to peep in and observe the activities. A stray child walking around. Traffic on the streets, cars in a hurry to reach their destination. Kids from the nearby slum running around on the path. The paanwala playing his radio, the tea shop owner frying singharas., the puchkawala doing brisk business. A burst of activity everywhere. People returning home from work, duties and responsibilities. A few short steps, towards the crossing and home would be here. She quickened her pace knowing its all but a short distance now, two buildings to cross. An empty taxi parked halfway on the footpath.
‘Tu hi meri shab hai…’ suddenly he crooned. Best to ignore, she told herself. Walking further, crossing through the narrow space between the taxi and the building wall..she heard steps behind her quicken. Turned around slightly, but kept walking. Her lane was empty, very few people,some cars passing by. Dressed in black and and fake denims, she didn’t see his face. She quickened her pace suddeny, to avoid anymore crooning. He quickened his pace too. Another building..and then you’re home-she said to herself. She walked even more faster, knowing that she was almost being followed, stalked. There! its here, she rushed into the building. The steps behind her waiting in front of the building. She turned around while climbing the stairs, to briefly see a pair of eyes staring at her. Its not the stare that scared her. Its the intentions.