I grab my hair in frustration as I look for my belongings. Nothing is there, except for my mobile phone which I left under the pillow. I have a single luggage trolley case and a handbag. 

Both are missing.

My passport...

I search for it everywhere. I was in a deep sleep when I was awoke by some sounds and I got up quickly. All of a sudden, I looked down my seat where my luggage were supposed to be only to find them missing.

How could this happen to me?

I remember when I entered the train, I saw a passenger above my seat. He was missing as well.

Did he take my luggage?

I grab my phone and quickly hurry to the door of the train because the train is already halt in a station and as I look out, I endlessly try to find someone but all of a sudden I see something. Two guys are running towards the stair with a trolley case which looks like mine.

As I squint my eyes, I recognize the guys from the station from where I took the train. They are staring at me and they are the one who took my bags. I hear the train's horn and so it starts to move. I am puzzled thinking what to do and so finally, mustering up all my courage, I jump off the train and run after them.

It's alright if they took my luggage, because it contains only clothes and my handbag has my wallet which contains ten-thousand rupees. I am only after my handbag, because it has my passport.

I run after them and see them picking up my bag as they make their way up. But suddenly one of them sees me running like a mad woman towards them and he sprints picking up my luggage like a ball.

It's harder for him to climb up the staircase but the other one carrying my handbag ditches him and runs away leaving him behind. He seems to curse in his local language and looks back at me.

I take my sandal and throw it right on his head as he gets a strike and winces in pain while I make my way up and before he could leave, I get hold of his hand and twist it around causing him to howl in pain.

He has no idea, he's fighting a judo fighter. I had started practicing judo at an early age and here I am thankful to my mentor as I toss the guy to the floor and punch him on his face. He whimpers and shakes his hand before me, begging me to stop and this is when I stop.

This is always a problem with me. I would always stop whenever someone is nice or begged me. I have got an earful regarding this from Aunt Suzi, but still I didn't improve.

I get hold of my trolley case and search for the other guy who had my passport. He is out of sight but I don't care because as longer as this guy is with me, he would definitely be found.

I get hold of the guy and pick him up.

"C'mon dial his number and ask him to come back here with my bag," I shove my phone on his face and he gets hold of it, whimpering. He is incredibly thin and short in height. I mark as his hands shake in fear. He looks younger than me as well but nevertheless, he calls his partner and within minutes I see the other one holding my handbag and returning back to me, fear evident in his face.

He walks slowly and as he gets near he stops.

"Let him go," he quivers but I forward my hand, asking him to throw my bag, first.

"Hey! What's going on, over there!" I heard someone and looked down from the foot over bridge, to find a security guard looking our way, but as I waved at him to come over, the guy next to me swayed my hand away from him and tried to run away but before he could, I used my phone to throw on his head and he fell down.

The other one with my bag kept calling him and he looked my way frightful.

"Quickly give my bag and I will let him go!" I said and instantly he threw my bag to me. But it was already late because the guard was already up on the bridge and all of a sudden he threw his police stick, right on the other one and it hit his head as he tumbled down and he got hold of both of them.

"Did they try to steal your luggage?" the security guard asked and I nodded hurrying up, checking my purse for my passport and thankfully, everything was in place.

I took a sigh of relief but looked down only to find my train gone.

Maybe I should take the other one.

"Miss you have to come to the police station to report a case against them," the guard told me as I sighed, nodding at him.

I knew it would take a while to sort things out, but I had to report the incident and make sure those guys wouldn't try to rob anyone else. So, I followed the guard to the police station where I spent the next few hours giving a statement and identifying the two men.

Once everything was sorted out, I realized that I had missed my train and I had to find a new way to get to my destination. I went back to the station and asked around for the next available train. Luckily, there was another one leaving in a few hours, so I decided to wait it out.

As I sat there waiting, I couldn't help but think about what had just happened. I had always heard stories of pickpockets and thieves in big cities, but I never thought it would happen to me. It was a scary experience, but I was proud of myself for handling it the way I did.

It was already four in the evening as I walked back to my hotel room learning that the next train to Pushkar was on the next day. After lodging a complaint against them, they were behind bars and I checked into a hotel wanting to stay the night. I was in Shahpura. It was a beautiful place but I didn't get time to have a roam around the town, but still I managed to walk around the town searching for authentic dishes.

I had special Rajasthani thali and I was absolutely in love with it. Me being an Indian, was totally kicking in as I enjoyed my days in India specially in Rajasthan.

My eyes were heavy as I sat down on a chair in my room, leaning back and closing my eyes.

I could feel myself drifting off to sleep even though it was only five in the evening, but then I heard the door to my room creaking open. Despite knowing that someone was entering, I found myself unable to open my eyes. It felt like I had been drugged.

Did that old woman who offered me lemon water on my way back, drugged me?

She was just an old lady, way too old to do stuffs like this.

What's going on?

Why can't I open my eyes?

Who entered my room?

Is it the room service?

As I considered the possibility of it being room service, I felt myself easing up a bit and drifting off into darkness.