My mother recollects that, when I was around five years old, one day I was sitting on the parapet of the open well with legs hanging inside. It was the rainy season and watertable was very high. This is due to the seepage of water from the nearby water tank called ‘Chinna Cheruvu’ (Small Tank); it was filled up to the full tank level. My mother’s friend Mrs Saroja saw me sitting on the wall of the well. She approached my mom and told her about my precarious position and asked my mom to pull me from behind before I might fall into the well. She instructed my mom to be quiet while approaching me closer, lest out of fear I might jump into the well. My mother walked gingerly from behind and pulled me swiftly holding my shirt. She says my life was saved. Otherwise, I would have fallen in the well.

Another day, while I was studying in a school. I did not return home in time. My mother searched in many houses and asked every passerby. Finally, she found my clothes on the bank of the water tank. I was then trying to swim with friends in the shallow waters of the water tank. She took a very thin stick of a local plant called ‘Vailu Chettu Katte’ in her hand and called me to come out of the water. Once I was out of the water tank, she started beating me all the way home about 100 meters away. I began running to the home, crying aloud and without any clothes. She did not even allow me to wear them.