My younger brother passed away when he was 14 years old. It was some disease. We tried our best to take care of him, but we couldn’t do anything. But now, looking at my son, I think my brother has been reborn. I see so many children and elders on the road, begging for money. When I see them, I feel like crying and I ask God why this is happening. I may not have much, but I will do my best to give them something or the other – if not money, then a few fruits.