That night, of the month of June, started of as usual- no electricity and the inverter machine crying for its life. I went to sleep in the first floor room while mom and dad slept in the ground floor one. That night I had eaten a lot of chicken and hence, my stomach was not only full, it had started to crackle. Anyways, it was around 1:30 in the night when I woke up with my tongue stuck to my throat as they both had dried up. I reached for the bottle of water which is usually kept near my head only to find it almost empty. I emptied the rest.
But within minutes the throat dried up again, specially thanks to the stomach trouble that had started by then. I looked up the wall clock to find another 5 hours before morning.
I decided to sleep thirsty, only to wake up in ten minutes. The thirst was damning. I frantically searched for another bottle of water in the room only to find one tucked away somewhere below the sofa. I pulled it out. The dust on the outer surface suggested that it was there for a long time. Without giving a second thought I opened it and found the water pretty much clear. As I poured it into my throat the taste, horrible one, forced me to throw up.
The bottle must have been there for over a month at least.
I abandoned it.
By 2:15 I had grown restless again. Water was the only thing I was looking out for. For once I prayed to God to send some shower to me ..... well the monsoon was a few weeks away and it was unreasonable to ask God for it at that point of time..... I gave up.
Then came the most brilliant idea of that night. Why not switch on the water pump and fill the bottle?? I excitedly run towards it and switched it on..... then I realised that there was no electricity for me to switch on the pump.
I was flabbergasted.
As I turned back to come out of the bathroom, I noticed two buckets full of water lying there.
The same buckets from which I used to bath and wash god knows what..... but at that point of time it was nothing more than divine sent amrit for me.....
I didn't think again.... took the mug ..... dipped in the bucket and pulled one full mug of water ..... poured it into my throat and .... WOW !!!!! Water never tasted so good ......
I still look back at that incident which taught me one important lesson of life ......
But within minutes the throat dried up again, specially thanks to the stomach trouble that had started by then. I looked up the wall clock to find another 5 hours before morning.
I decided to sleep thirsty, only to wake up in ten minutes. The thirst was damning. I frantically searched for another bottle of water in the room only to find one tucked away somewhere below the sofa. I pulled it out. The dust on the outer surface suggested that it was there for a long time. Without giving a second thought I opened it and found the water pretty much clear. As I poured it into my throat the taste, horrible one, forced me to throw up.
The bottle must have been there for over a month at least.
I abandoned it.
By 2:15 I had grown restless again. Water was the only thing I was looking out for. For once I prayed to God to send some shower to me ..... well the monsoon was a few weeks away and it was unreasonable to ask God for it at that point of time..... I gave up.
Then came the most brilliant idea of that night. Why not switch on the water pump and fill the bottle?? I excitedly run towards it and switched it on..... then I realised that there was no electricity for me to switch on the pump.
I was flabbergasted.
As I turned back to come out of the bathroom, I noticed two buckets full of water lying there.
The same buckets from which I used to bath and wash god knows what..... but at that point of time it was nothing more than divine sent amrit for me.....
I didn't think again.... took the mug ..... dipped in the bucket and pulled one full mug of water ..... poured it into my throat and .... WOW !!!!! Water never tasted so good ......
I still look back at that incident which taught me one important lesson of life ......
