Just got blown out becuase of a very sweet incident of my childhood, offcourse a stupid one. I was playing cricket with a guy having similar name as of mine "Bittu". So, Bittu was playing vs Bittu. All other people where sleeping in the afternoon. I think, I was 2 or 3 years old and was told not to play in the afternoon but I silently skipped from the bed,...took my bat and called my friend Bittu.
During those days, I had long hairs like the real fashionable dudes and models...my golden days...anyways...while, the whole family was sleeping, I started playing cricket. Everything was going fine. One more thing...bat belonged to me and ball belonged to my friend..... In a very competitive fight in a sportsman spirit, i hit a six which led the ball to go and sit in a deep shit muddy water out of the campus. My friend started crying for his ball. Since, it was my double fault (playing without permission and hitting a ball out of campus), I thought to get it back on my own. I tried stones, sticks but nothing worked...
After a long time, with great courage I thought of going into that pit, I was hero (I did not know it was deep..I never expected...didn't have that much brain). I told my friend..don't worry I will get it back... just keep silence and do not tell any one that I am going there. He nodded in agreement. I stepped into that ditch and slowly started going further in order to reach the ball and slowly the ditch started swallowing me inside it. I could not make sound due to fear of severe beating and that friend of mine also was keeping mum as per my instruction. Slowly, the muddy water reached my neck, mouth and nose... Then a miracle happened. Some guy from a distant building was playing with his kites. He saw me getting drowned , he started shouting and came running from very far for my help, actually all his friend came running to avoid something unpleasant . I was in the mud completely and only my hair was out (long hairs...). He picked me up with my long hairs and save my life. Then, took me to my home and then a big drama happened but I did not get any beating. Thanks to God. They just gave me a full bath and then, washed me with Ganga Jal and asked me to drink also:) . What! a day it was.
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