It was a rainy season. The canal which flows adjacent to our village was overflowing with flood water that time. One day I was on my way back to home from our farmhouse. While crossing that canal I saw a swarm of Black Ants caught in the middle of that canal on a small elevation formed by the sand brought by the stream. It appeared to me as if they were desperately trying to escape. I just couldn't abandon them in such a state. So I began to think of a plan to get those tiny creatures out of there. Suddenly an idea struck me. A branch of an Acacia tree, which stood beside that canal was drooping right over that elevation. So I picked up a long stick from the nearby shrub and rooted it in that elevation with its top touching the drooping branch of that Acacia tree. Guess what happened next! Those little ants slowly started climbing up that stick. Delighted! I too resumed my way back to home. This is one such a beautiful memory which I often recall.
-By Viroti Somasekhar
