The wrinkles on his face were telling he has seen it all in his life and not comfortably. He must be 64 at least. He greeted us with a smile as he opened the door and asked us what would we like to have....Gladly coming off and on to re-fill the water....everytime with a smile longer than the earlier one...

I sat eating my lunch and and asked myself...should he be working at this age? I am yet to get a convincing answer....

When I die and go up there...God will have some very tough questions to answer...