write a story about a stranger in the market
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STRANGER IN THE NIGHT
STRANGER IN THE NIGHTIn 1962, I was nine years old. My father was posted at the Hindustan Construction Company Limited in Dikrong, in the Lakhimpur district of Assam, and we lived in the staff quarters nearby.Every Saturday, my father would take me to the district headquarters for a movie and some shopping. On one such outing, it got rather late and we rushed to catch the last bus home. It was almost 11 p.m. when we reached our destination. We got off the bus, but the place looked different. The lone tea-stall owner assured us that it was indeed Dikrong. But how was that possible? We were baffled. A customer at the stall solved the mystery. The bus had dropped us nearly 25 kilometres away. We had perhaps confused the Dikrong Bridge area with DikrongMukh.It was already past midnight, there was no chance of us getting any transportation home, and we didn't have any money left. Realizing our plight, the vendor offered us hot tea, some blankets and a place to sleep in his thatched house. The next day, he even helped us hail a truck for a ride back. On reaching home, my father offered the driver his watch as payment, but the kind man refused. God works in many ways-sometimes through helpful strangers in the night.
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One day at a Toy shop,
I met a man selling cats,
For money, he wanted to swap,
But I really wanted some bats.
"Got any bats?" asked I.
"For that's how I'll spend my money."
"No bats here!" said the guy.
He seemed to find it quite funny.
"We've got some lovely cakes,
I'll give you a very fine price."
"I'd rather have some snakes."
The man blinked rapidly thrice.
The man seemed exceptionally brainy,
And his manner was strangely amused.
He wasn't what I would call zany,
Great disdain he noticeably oozed.
Like others, he thought I was odd,
Some say I'm a bit tall.
Still he gave me a courteous nod,
As if he thought I was plenty cool.
So in search of my goal I departed,
But before the Toy shop could I leave,
The man came running full-hearted,
"I can help you I believe."
"Cats, bats, you shall find.
Cakes, snakes, you can get.
You must now open your mind,
And get down to West St Market.
So to West St Market, I decided to go,
In search of the bats, I craved.
The winds it did eerily blow.
But I felt that the day could be saved.
There were stalls selling rings,
Captain America in many shades.
There were even stalls selling wings
People were scattered from many trades
I was greeted by a peculiar lady,
She seemed to be rather tall
I couldn't help thinking she might be quite shady.
I wondered if she was at all cool.
Before I could open my mouth,
She shouted, "For you, I have some bats!"
I headed towards her, to the south,
Past some cakes and cats.
"But how did you know?" I asked,
"Do you want them or not?" she did say.
Silently, the bats she passed.
Then vanished before I could pay.
As I walked away I hard a crackle
Or was it, perhaps, a hushed cackle?
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