Saturday evening

Sittu & me are walking down to the main road, on the way to his favourite egg-roll shop. It's 10 o'clock-ish (p.m., that is) & we're near the temple when a commotion near where the lane joins the main road is spotted. Two heavy set, short men are apparently pushing each other around, but sounds of what seems like slaps can also be heard.

We pause behind a red Maruti Swift parked nearby. Three guys come running toward us & a mention of 'police station' is heard. The guys are now running past us with one of 'em peering under the eyes of another. He soon shouts out, "rokto beriye gechche!" to the 3rd guy running ahead of them. They keep on running toward where the police station is.

The auto driver (with whom they were having fisticuffs with) starts his vehicle & takes off like an F1 driver on pole position.

Sittu & me proceed to cross the road & get to the egg-roll shop before it closes.