
I was terribly tired, as I was moving from house to house, to learn the life of simple poor people of rural areas. Gowrenahalli, one of the poor villages in Anekal, Bangalore, was the place I was in for 20 days of exposure, as a requirement for my studies. Moving from house to house and listening to the stories of their lives, of their pains and struggles, of their unfulfilled dreams and aspirations, was truly a unique experience that would remain in my mind for long. One thing that I kept repeating, whenever I met someone who was struggling, ‘these things will pass away; their life situation would change…’ In return they thanked me for the hope I assured them and appreciated me saying, “You must be a man of deep faith.” Heart to heart, I was feeling happy, as my ego was getting boosted up.