This rain has reminded me of that small poor boy. He didn’t have a decent bathroom to have bath. He would be forced to have bath just beneath the roof pouring rain water. He would be made wet by the cold rain water from the roof. He had to quickly apply soap and finish his bath as soon as possible. He had to keep himself warm by having hot water from his bucket provided by his mother.
Those days were very much full of different struggles. That boy wouldn’t complain. That boy knew all contrains his parents faced. Would you like to meet that young boy?