Mumbai has always been known as the city that never sleeps but it is snoring tonight, thought Richa as she walked the empty streets. She had decided to stay back to finish work and tie up some loose ends before her annual holiday started on the morrow, not realizing how late it was when she capped the pen and glanced at the clock. Her car was being serviced at the garage and since public transport was never a problem in the megapolis, she didn’t give it much thought as she stepped out of the building.