Midnight Stranger

It was a friday night after work. While most people had worked out their plans for the weekend, I was lying in my room thinking of the possible ways to kill time. I cursed myself for not making many friends and also for the fact that my only close friend and roommate had to go to his hometown because of the unexpected demise of one of his relatives. Reading newsfeed on facebook and watching random videos on youtube didn't help after few hours. I checked my watch and it was 11.45 PM.
I got to bed and tried to sleep. I felt lonely and couldn't get sleep. So I decided to take a walk. My room was far out from the city and the street were deep dark. Though I felt scared, I was kinda enjoying walking alone in the dark. Walking a few steps, I suddenly remembered a cross narrow street which my friend always skipped when roaming around giving some vague reasons. I always had a feeling that something was special or peculiar about that street. Since my friend wasn't here today, I felt the urge to go through that street. I had walked a few steps and I could find nothing different about that street. I walked until the end of the street and it was much darker there. So I decided to return back to my room. Just when I was about to take my first step, I saw a bright light at the other end of the street. Within a few seconds, my brain processed it as a man in a bike with its headlight on. It made me curious that some guy in this deserted street stopping every few mins and doing something. I took a few steps forward to get a clear view. The stranger was a man in his late forties, well-muscled with dark complexion, long hair and had a dense beard and moustache. He was having a big plastic bag with something in it on the motorbike's front tank. He stopped at every electric post and took some packets from the big bag and dropped its contents on the street. My imagination started flowing and it suggested he was some thug selling marijuana or something. And his rugged look gave justice to my imagination. But I soon regretted my thought knowing what he was really doing. The stranger stopped at an electric post near me and he had many biscuit packets in that big plastic bag. He threw the biscuits on the street and went on to the next post. Few minutes after he left, at every post many stray dogs crowded and ate the biscuits. So he was really feeding the stray dogs. Now I could understand why my friend always skipped this street as he was scared of dogs.

Looking back at this incident I really feel pathetic at how fast I judged the stranger by his looks. But it was an experience for me that hereafter I will never judge a person by his appearance and i have learned,

'Looks can be deceptive'.

 

P.S- This is my first story. So please let me know your valuable feedback.