The wind and tide carried me eastward, and as the day wore on I could glimpse on either side wooded hills through the rain, mist, and fog.My forward m...tion slackened with the wind, and I headed for the banks of the mighty river as the tidal forces reversed. I did not wish to be carried again over that violent turbulence at the river's mouth! I managed to draw the boat up under some trees, and tip it over on it's side, providing a roof. I wrapped myself in a scrap of canvas, and was soon. Sometimes life can take a strange twist. Other times, opportunities are lost to simple human error. Thus a future inventive genius became an educator instead.But who said opportunity never knocks twice was wrong! While cleaning the house John Sutter grew up in, his mom accidentally knocked over the childhood device carelessly stored in the basement with John's other childhood memories and memorabilia. She picked it up, dusted it off, and replaced the old batteries, which had fallen out of it. Mai-ab kya hua?Komal- window upar kar do na,plz.Mai-yaar,hawa se nind nahi aati mujhe.Plz rahane do.Komal- to tum es side baith jao na.Mai- us side par matha tikane ko kuch hai nahi,yaaha window hai.Komal- trip ko aaye ho ya sone?Mai- waise bhi mai ladakiyoke jada muhh nahi lagata.Unaka dimag nahi chalata jyada.Komal- ladakiya ladakonse jyada hoshiyaar hoti hai.Mai- mujhe to aaj tak nahi dikhai di ek bhi.Komal- tere samane hu,dekh le.Mai – tu ladaki hai? Ladakivali ek bhi harkat ki hai. "No, sorry Master, Sir" I responded. Instinctively I knew not to ask for the return of the stimulation that had been removed. I sensed, rather than heard movement from those around me, but could not work out who, where, why? My senses seemed to be attuned to nothing but what I could feel and see in this room, this place I was captive and being made a slave to my own and others pleasure. The very thought made me feel weak at the knees. I could feel something stroking my back? Not a hand, I.