There is a true story which always touches my heart and always make me want to cry. Sometimes I do cry. It goes like this. There was a four-year old girl who requested to talk with her newly born brother alone in the room without the parents. The parents were very surprised, but consented. So they stepped outside. Nevertheless, they tried to listen, why the girl wanted to talk to the brother alone, and how could a girl talk to a newly born infant? They just listened, eavesdropped on the kid. This is what they heard. The four-year old girl asked the newly born brother in a very gentle voice, she said, "Beloved one, please tell me what God feels like. I've begun to forget already." You see, that's the problem with us.

As always, it makes me want to cry. Can you believe how a kid feels, how lost she feels when the good thing that she has begins to fade away, and she can't control it, she can't get it back. And the more we grow, the more we forget. We don't suffer that much actually, just when we were young, when we began to forget. That is when it hurt the most. That's why kids, when they go out, they cry. They feel that it's so harsh outside. Apart from their environment it probably hurts their physical being.