Further up, he saw a young girl crying because she had lost her way. He called out, “Don’t worry, apne behen. I know this path.” The girl wiped her tears and followed him to the fork where her house lay. She smiled and said, “Thank you, apne bhaiya.” Raghav felt a bond he had never noticed before.

Amma smiled and pointed to the mountain path. “Tomorrow, carry this pot of water to the temple on the hill. Along the way, you’ll meet three people. Offer them water. But use the word ‘apne’ when you speak to them. Then come back and tell me if the word made a difference.”

Raghav shrugged. “What difference does a word make, Amma?”