It was really a dark night. I was trotting on footpath toward my home. I had brought a milk packet, a sugar packet and off course a packet of fine quality of tea. I had eaten my dinner in one of the finest restaurants of the nearby locality. I was stepping closer and closer to my home. The road was straight for about 400 metres ahead. I took right turn leading to a small width street just ahead of a bookstore on the road. It was really a small street. On both sides, there were independent houses and cars, motorcycles and scooters parked outside them. In this locality no one bother about building dedicated parking area in their homes. They just parked their vehicles in front of main gate on the streets leading to...