Unhinged: The Ebb and Flow of My Unruly Life

<p>It was raining that day. He had just returned from his office drenched and dead-tired and was about to open the door of my third-floor apartment when he heard a hoarse voice from behind. However before he could turn his head in that direction and find out who was there someone stuck something sharp into his left thigh from behind. He immediately drew back in panic. But by then it was too late. The object was a sharp-edged knife and it had done its work; his blue Levi Jeans had gotten drenched with blood and a searing pain was shooting through his left thigh.</p>