It thappened one night. I was sleeping with my elder brother in one room of our house. Mother and sisters were sleeping in other ooms. Father was not present. At about midnight I woke up as I heard some kind of sound coming from the kitchen of our house. I was, truly speaking, afraid. It so happened that there were several thieves in our neighbourhood in the past few weeks. Every one was dlert and apprehensive. I was old enough to imagine all sorts of obberies. I always imagined that big, black men would break into the house, beat us and run away with all our belongings. This was a (instant fear with me in those days. We had no servants in our house, mid father was out of station.