With his eyes wide open he cast a glance. It was the same village. Peeping through the dense green trees it looked like a loving child playing with his mother’s saree. The temple with its high dome resembled the hand raised in blessings by some ascetic. Only the four walls of a house are well aware of the true nature of a person. Though the walls have ears, they lack a mouth. Otherwise, they would have each nasty secret and the mankind would have suffered at its own deeds.
When we save each singly rupee we are able to collect some substantial amount. Similarly, if we want to bind anyone with love, we have to take many small steps towards forming such relation.