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The water was rising below, by now half the tree was submerged.  I was sitting on a thick branch.  I opened my bag and took out the capping tent and tied it around the branch.  Now we were completely covered.  

Open the bag and eat some biscuits and chocolates.  After a few hours, the rain stopped but the water was filled with a lot of.  It was night already.  There was silence all around.  We somehow made it through the night.  When I saw it in the morning, the water was just like that.  We could hear some voices from above.  This was Rathore sir's voice.  We started screaming.  Rathore sir was on top of that hill and some people of the rescue team were coming down with the help of rope. 

 They came towards us with the help of a rubber boat.  Then one by one all three of us were rescued.  We risked our lives but also lived some memorable moments.  Rathore sir had tears in his eyes as he reached the top.  He hugged us and started scolding us lovingly.  We cried too.  This moment became a memorable moment.  The tour had to end here.  This incident became a lesson for us.

Badal Chhat Gaye of Corona: -

 Due to the sudden lockdown, the entry of the sweeper carrying the garbage in the apartment was denied, I was facing a lot of trouble.  After three days when a new sweeper was appointed, he seemed to me no less than an 'avatar'.  Wearing a full face mask, wearing gloves in his hands and following the rules of social distancing, the sound of his trolley used to fall in my ears at exactly eight o'clock.   

I saw her face for the first time and was shocked.  Laughter came out of my mouth, 'Oh!  You are satisfied  ' He too got flustered, somehow covered his mouth again and moved on.  but I couldn't control myself.  Sweeper was the same Santosh with whose hands water bottles, vegetables, milk, bread and not knowing what-!!  What stuff was you using..  I was drinking water touched by the hand of a garbage collector.  Living in front of my eyes, both forms of contentment were coming. 

 One, who saw the day or night, on one of my phones, without any selfishness, every item of need used to reach my house and the other took the dustbin to pick up the garbage.  I had read somewhere that when Ishwar Chandra Vidyasagar had gone to England for a function, when the sweeper did not come, he started cleaning himself with a broom and said, 'No work is bad.  

'Slowly I too started to understand.  Santosh has both of his own.  Always helped me in forms.  The dark clouds that had been in front of my eyes for years about 'touch-touch' were now dispelled.  I immediately called up Santosh, got a list of some items written and asked to deliver it when he got time.