I wish I can thank that stranger

So this is a story from my life and i want to share it as a gesture to thank that stranger who helped us that night.

I do not remember exact things as i was only 5 years old that time but i remember enough.
We often travel to our holy Shrine "Kaila Devi", which is situated in a village Karauli (Rajasthan). It was a usual journey, we visited the temple, took blessings and headed for the other temple "Madan Mohan ji". By the time we reached there the temple was closed and was to open in evening after 5 o'clock. We had to leave for our hometown so we decided to visit the temple some other time.
You see my father has special affection for this particular temple and whenever he "skipped" visiting this temple, something awful awaits him but there is always a help too.

As we decide to head towards our hometown which was supposed to be 3-4 hours by road, we decided to board a bus. And from here the story begins, the drivers got into some fight, i don't know what it was about, all i remember is we got late there itself. After a few hours or so, the bus started and something other was waiting ahead of us. Since past few days it was raining quite heavily in that area and small rivers got flooded up, chocking the roads. The bus was able to cross one of the roads flooded with water but it lost its way and got stuck in middle of the other river. It was midnight and people were struggling to get out of bus but then there was enough water outside that it was not easy to cross the river. The locals somehow got to know about this and came up for help. They carried people one by one from the bus to the other side. We were out of the bus but then to move forward the locals arranged a "jugaad" (roughly translated as hack, you can read meaning here https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jugaad ). Below is the image of the Jugaad:

We thought all should be well now and somehow we would be able to reach some safe place but then to our surprise after a few kilometers the "jugaad" broke down. It was around 2 or 3 o'clock in the morning we were walking on a random road with strangers. We stopped at a dhaba which opened up seeing so many people. My father decided to spend rest of the night at that dhaba since there was no other place to go. Out of nowhere a stranger came to my father and offered a helping hand saying his house is nearby and that we can spend the night at his house. Initially my father hesitated but then that person insisted saying that the place is not so safe for keeping your children and wife here, my father accepted his help though he was scared too. We reached this guy's home in no time and he woke his wife to cook food for us (yes, in the middle of the night) and she actually cooked for us nice hot food and we were damn hungry. We spent the night and in the morning he got us know that we can a catch a local bus to reach the railway station and from there we can catch a train to reach our hometown(there was no other option for us). My father thanked him a lot and we were able to catch that bus which not only carried humans but there were hens, goats, sheep etc. etc. 

So we reached railway station, got tickets for general compartment and now the train got delayed by 4 hours. We waited at the station and then the train arrived(after 4 hours). Since it was general coach there was no place to stand forget about sitting, our father carried my sister and 2 bags, my mother carried me and somehow managed to travel in that coach. 

We did arrive to our hometown, roughly in around 24 hours.

I remember this journey though being quite young as we used to discuss about this journey and always thanked that guy in our prayers. 

I wish i could meet him in person now and thank him for his help. 

I wouldn't be able to recognize him though but will always pray for him and his family, may god bless him always.