Hello Dear Readers,

As I had written earlier in my story 'Worst Night of My Life', I had leased house in a village very near to Ramnagar during my studies. My parents were in Bangalore. Sometimes I loved my privacy. My friends used to be there with me after our classes. I showed them computer and its operations.

When my 3rd semester was approaching, we had a lot to be prepared. I was weak in Accountancy. My friends helped me in that. We started group study in our house.

After one such study, my friends departed at 7:30 and I went to prepare dinner. But as usual, there was a power cut. I used emergency light and cooked rice. Then I went to mosque on my bike.

When I was riding back, I thought of getting some vegetables, but the shops were closed and very few people were seen in the market place. I was a little late. It is common there, that after late evenings people don't roam around and stayed indoors. I too went on the way to my house. One or two persons would be seen in the streets now and then. Except for them, the roads were deserted.

I was riding on the empty road where to my left...