Well, ah 'ave. walking down from VP towards Golpark, the lights suddenly dramatically went out the moment I asked a taxi driver 'lake gardens jaben?'. As I scrambled towards Golpark (on my feet) guessing my way through the ups and downs of the pavement ends and beginnings---plffftttt!---something whooshed past my ear lightly grazing the little finger of my right hand.
It was pakhi poo, of course and in that disconcertingly unfamiliar darkness I couldn't even make out the branches on the trees above, much less the birds sitting on them. It was miraculous how I managed to dodge two more of these warm, liquid missiles before reaching Golpark to comparatively more lights and traffic. Whew!