The Anonymous Burglar

It was getting late enough to be worried. Mithu once again stepped out in the open, craning her neck to look as far down the street as possible. Except for a drenched street dog that was lying down miserably near the gate, there was not a soul to be seen anywhere. It had been raining consecutively for three days. Rain water had puddled under the lamp post and in every little pothole of the broken street. A breeze ruffled the nearby trees and a few twigs fell down and broke. Thunder rumbled in th...