Whenever there are incessant rains π§π§️ and floods, I recollect a horrifying moment from my childhood, and the God’s Saviours π.
I was studying in 6th Standard in a Govt school at Kalyankhani Town, Adilabad Dist, A.P. I was living with my second eldest brother (who worked in Andhra Bank), my mother, and my elder sister. My school was at Mandamarri, a village, 2 km away, and every day me and my sister used to walk along the riverside road to reach it.
One rainy July morning, unaware of the danger, we set out as usual.
The river beside the road had flooded so badly that even the road had disappeared under water. Initially we felt hesitant to move forward. We wanted to go back. But to our bad luck, we decided “Let’s try.”
Holding hands, we stepped a little ahead. Suddenly, a huge whirlpool
pulled us in and threw us onto the riverbank. Somehow, we grabbed onto thick grass, trembling as the furious river raged behind us.
Just then, as if God Himself had appeared
, we saw an old lady
with deep wrinkles shading her eyes, half-bent, holding her stick with right hand. She appeared as if she was searching for us. She called out to a middle-aged man
passing by on a cycle. He rushed over, held our hands tightly, and pulled us both onto the slippery mud road.
Our school bags, books, and shoes 
were all washed away, but our lives were saved. When we looked around to thank them—neither the old lady nor the man was anywhere to be seen.
After an hour, completely drenched in our uniforms 

, we reached home and narrated the terrifying incident. To this day, I believe they were God-sent saviours
, who appeared only to save us.
Even now, every time I hear of floods or heavy rains 
, that memory flashes back vividly—the day we were nearly washed away.
--Devi BS
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