It is her routine. It was very hand to get water in the summer because there was no electricity. Summer was a curse to the village. One summer evening, she came back after work and felt very tired. She started cooking when she saw an old beggar in front of her hut. Ganga said, “old man, I haven’t cooked yet and I have very little rice today. You can come another day and I will give you some food.” Then he said, “Akka, I do not want rice. Can you give me one bucket of luckwarm water? My body is itchy. Someone said that I should take a bath in luckwarm water. That will reduce the itching. I am unable to sleep at night. In the summer, there is a lot of dust and it is affecting me in this old age.”5 At this , Ganga was upset as it was not easy to get water from half kilometre away. But the beggar requested her and convinced her that she had a hut, vessels, firewood and water. Ganga had an indescribable feeling as nobody had told her that she was a rich. Nobody ever called her Akka. This was an unusual feeling and she liked it. She gave him a bucket of luckwarm water daily and the number of beggars for bath increased day by day. The word had spread. People knew that if you want to have a bath you should go to Ganga’s Ghat. We are introduced here to an old lady, who desires to achieve something in life. She experiences contentment as a result of seeing to the needs of her fellow villagers by setting up a bathing
It is her routine. It was very hand to get water in the summer because there was no electricity. Summer was a curse to the village. One summer evening, she came back after work and felt very tired. She started cooking when she saw an old beggar in front of her hut. Ganga said, “old man, I haven’t cooked yet and I have very little rice today. You can come another day and I will give you some food.” Then he said, “Akka, I do not want rice. Can you give me one bucket of luckwarm water? My body is itchy. Someone said that I should take a bath in luckwarm water. That will reduce the itching. I am unable to sleep at night. In the summer, there is a lot of dust and it is affecting me in this old age.”5 At this , Ganga was upset as it was not easy to get water from half kilometre away. But the beggar requested her and convinced her that she had a hut, vessels, firewood and water. Ganga had an indescribable feeling as nobody had told her that she was a rich. Nobody ever called her Akka. This was an unusual feeling and she liked it. She gave him a bucket of luckwarm water daily and the number of beggars for bath increased day by day. The word had spread. People knew that if you want to have a bath you should go to Ganga’s Ghat. We are introduced here to an old lady, who desires to achieve something in life. She experiences contentment as a result of seeing to the needs of her fellow villagers by setting up a bathing