| Death in the life of water. Ten years ago, I went to my uncle's place in Jaisalmer. There it was known that there had been a famine here for two years and one has to go 5 km to get water. After meeting my maternal uncle, my maternal uncle's boy, and I went to get water. Tired of walking on the way and sat in one place. Then she told an anecdote that "Last year a woman's baby was crying because of water and he was very sick, so she came to our village to ask for water, but no one gave her water." When she was returning, she saw water at Thakur's house on the way, so she tried to drink water without asking.
When Thakur saw him, he became furious with anger and ran towards the woman with a spade. The woman tried to run away, but she fell. Thakur murdered the woman from Kudali without looking at it. A day later, that child also died without water. A few days later, it was reported that the same hoe also killed Thakur, and slowly his entire family was killed by some unknown force." After hearing this story, both of us took water and returned to the village. It was slightly dark. Suddenly a child came in front of us and started asking for water. But because of fetching water from so far, we refused it. On reaching home, I ate food and slept on the bed under the Ur tree. Suddenly the same child came in front of me and started asking for water. I did not pay attention and angrily told him to go away. And that woman appeared in front of me. Suddenly I got up and saw that there was no one there. I thought there must have been a dream. Then around 2 o'clock in the night, I went towards the open ground to urinate. And let me hear the word "water". I thought my aunt would be. Then I returned to Panlang only to suddenly hear the word "water". Now I got furious with anger and said, "Who is there, come and give me water?" As soon as I said that I had the feeling of being behind someone, then I turned around and saw a woman standing with a spade. I ran very loudly in fear and fell on the road after stumbling with a stone. What happened after that was nothing short of a miracle. There were light clouds that night, and suddenly some drops of water fell on the woman, and that woman disappeared. I started thanking God for saving my life. The very next day I decided to go to my house in Makrana early in the morning at 5 o'clock. I left without telling my maternal uncle. Approaching and sitting at the station, I saw that the child was crying. I got nervous, but the woman came near and started asking for water. I wanted water, but I gave the woman and child water from my bottle. After that, the train arrived, and I reached my house. Since then, I always sleep by keeping water with me.
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