During my childhood, we used to race on bicycle up to a temple. After reaching to the temple, we didn�t use attend God first. There was a well beside the temple where all women of the village used to come to collect
water. We used rush to them and drink water directly from the bucket. Water was always so cold and sweet. Believe me no other drink could have made us so satisfied as this.
[ February 10, 2006: Message edited by: Chetan Parekh ]