Don’t Let Poverty Get in the Way of Raising a Happy Child
At some distance from the road, in the wilderness where there were no houses far away, there was a small cottage on the side of the way. Half had collapsed and half of the roof was still hanging on two walls. I entered the cottage from the back (the part which had fallen). In the part where the roof still remained, there was a box and a bucket in which some clothes were kept for washing. In the courtyard, there was a small tree and a small hut (Chapar) to protect from the scorching sun, and two or three small beds were lying in it.