It was 3 o'clock in the morning when the phone woke me up. It was cold

And the warm blanket was not easy to uncover. Yet I took out my right hand and

Extended to the receiver.

        "Uncle." a female voice spoke in haste, "father has been seriously injured." I recognized the voice. It was my niece Dolly.

            "Don't be nervous. I'm coming soon." I took My Suitcase, walked out and drove the motorbike. I was still in sleeping dress. After ten minutes I was at Koteshwar. It was my brother's home. I rushed into the bed room. I saw someone had plunged a knife into the stomach. I lay down the patient, took out the knife and did first aid service. Emergency van had already arrived. We carried brother on the stretcher, and the van ran to the hospital. He was taken into Operation Theater. After one hour, he was sent to the surgical ward. He was safe.

            My niece reported later that a burglar had broken into the room through the window of the kitchen. He came here to rob the money of the shelf. Meanwhile, her father was awaked. He fought, but the burglar plunged the knife in defense. The burglar escaped from there. Nevertheless, wealth and health both were protected.