Issac writes

No Man is an Island. What happens to one, happens to us all, for we all are made of clay and stardust. We share the same moments of time. The universal second hand starts its unforgiving forward sweep towards the next minute. …..in this very own minute in India : Two young lovers are kissing each other somewhere…. Someone is getting murdered…. A mother is giving birth to a child…. A couple is having sex…. An unlucky woman is getting raped, molested or eve teased…. Thieves are out to rob a house…. And many others would be busy watching IPL……. All this happening this very minute somewhere or the other….. All this and infinitely more in space of sixty seconds, and then time ticks on until it finally sends us into the same unknown eternity.....

For a mother what can be more painful to see her son suffer from her own eyes and what if her son has come into this world just 8 months ago, how painful isn’t it. After 9 months of carrying a life in her womb,  a mother gives birth to a child after bearing excessive pain. She embraces all this pain because once the ordeal is over, pain will turn into pleasure, sufferings will turn into bliss, screams will turn into smiles for a new life is born through her. A new life comes into the world.  How painful it is to see a life which has just stepped on earth dying before his mother’s eye. What if we could help her somehow, what if we could save her son’s life. What if God gives you a chance to save a life of a child, will you do it. I hope you do. Through my blog, I request all my readers to go through the letter that I have posted below and do whatever help you could. That would be really kind of you. Six lakhs rupees is the amount that needs to be collected. If six lakh...