In early 2002, I left Gujarat in search of something better. For me, those were the days of turmoil. I was boggled with questions on ethics, morale, humanity and so many other things that were going tangent to my mind. Those were also my days of being a book worm, like a caterpillar, a voracious consumer. I used to finish off a book at a go. Orkut was my favourite social media platform. And on a day, I came across a beautiful story that I am reproducing here in my own words. This story gave me answers to some of the questions that were rattling my brains. It was the rainy season. There was a continuous drizzle that seldom wanted a halt. The rodents were one of the worst affected since there was enough rainwater inside their burrows. A mouse happened to be out of its burrow and completely drenched. The poor life was cursing all the Gods in heaven for unnecessary rains. It was shivering. An eagle was flying high and enjoying the climate, clouds, raindrops and the overall environmen...