One evening, I sought solace in the joy of wandering along the lively streets of Esplanade, where commerce thrived amidst the pulse of the city. The familiar sights and sounds offered me a comforting escape from the monotony of everyday life.
As twilight descended upon the bustling streets, I decided to treat myself to a new bag. Sporting my new bag with pride, I meandered into the labyrinth of vendors and shoppers, finding myself engrossed in the myriad offerings of the market.
Suddenly, I noticed two men clad in black and speaking in hushed tones approaching me. A sense of unease crept over me, and my instincts began warning me of an impending danger. As I fled the spot, the sound of my footsteps kept drowning out the voices behind me.
To my surprise, the two men shouted out to me, their vouces not menacing but reassuring. Gasping for breath, I turned to see them holding out a hundred rupee note. “Oh madam,” one of them said, “you’ve given us an extra hundred rupees!”
