I wrote you I can not write you sciences, the reasons are probably known to me only. One day I remember it should be 1960, I think I earlier referred to this episode to say like, the earthen damn surrounding / encircling our village mirzapur was complete within a short period of say 24 hr continuous efforts by the villagers. Dad planned his version of strategy with his known peoples. Whole of the lands were submerged with neck deep flood waters of river gaghar. There were many issues to be tackled at. A huge bara of domestic cattle was to be fed on regular basis say three times a day. I remember Dad was standing at the site where he asked the village carpenter to make a wooden boat for the ensuing struggle with the Nature. Dad was having huge logs/twigs of Acacia arabica with him that were dried in the previous summer season. It was meticulously cut into thin and float y pieces and keenly jointed together with available iron nail . I remember it was a couple of hrs when a boat shape structure was visible to me. Dad and his peoples put it on the small bullock cart. It was a journey of say about 15 minute when I saw boat was smoothly lowered on the waters. A huge village made cord was made available as an anchor to thwart the push and pull of the water not to let it sway away. Mornings and Evenings were witnessed by huge hectic schedule when Dad and other villagers were using this god sent machine to fetch the forage and the like from the submerged fields . I remember it was as big a scene as eyes could make out.
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