Andaman and its Cellular Jail.

I was posted in a office where people had their hands on the string of purse. There was no easy way to commute. I used to go to CP, park my scooter and take Meerut shuttle. It was 8 O' Clock so as a matter of usual daily chore I used to go to toilet which was provisioned by shabby fittings less water no proper space. Quite a number of times I used to do desert instinct to thrive upon. I requested the lady owner to kindly let the water tank be filled at evening hrs and I offered extra money for that. But that bitch never understood. One day a lady downstairs helped me giving water for me. The beauty queen of earth helped by Durga Mata never took a chance to understand what help stands for. One nice day there was a marriage program me at a senior manager house. I asked for my duty as a customary way at a girl marriage house. I was helping in making dishes. Suddenly it was told to supply dishes delicated by dry fruits. I served a few ones. Then I noticed another male Durga Mata took over the dry fruits supply line as he felt Kaju were something that needed better hands. I stayed there as was expected and came back quietly. Its 2016 and it was a story line of say 1988-89 I have not forgotten the story of Andaman its Cellular Jail. मन में क्या है?