Last year I faced a severe drought and famine. It seemed as if the God of Rain. Had turned eyes from our area. There was a scarcity of food for a long period in this region. I, too, faced that situation. One day, there was no flour in the house. I went out in search of a tree. Anyway, I found it at some distance. I carried an axe with me. I started removing its bark. It was very hard. My palms became red. Anyhow it was removed. I brought it home and dried it. Then, it was hammered and ground. Then, the dough was made from it. And then, chapatis were made. I had to eat its chapaties to remain alive. I cannot forget it.