Love Knows No Bounds
--by allen, posted Sep 10, 2007
There is this poor peasant from a backward village of Bihar. He belongs to the class of people who live below the poverty line. Manjhi is his name. He is now almost sixty years old.
Some five years ago, Manjhi was troubled to see his wife go around a hill to fetch water for the family. His old lady had to make a long and tiresome trip to the river, fill her pitcher with water and make the trip back home.
So Manjhi decided to do something about the problem. He is illiterate and a very poor man, but he began hacking, chipping and cutting a path through the hill. It was a herculian task. The people around scoffed at him. But Manjhi went on attacking the hill day after day, month after month and finally carved a path through the hill after three years, to the river. He did this job alone and single handed with simple tools. So great was his love for his wife that in the end he succeeded.
This is a true story. Today the government has given him a reward and are now working on enlarging the road this poor farmer had begun.