[Shri Govindaraghava Iyer sent Gandhiji the story of a bishop who was going up a hill and saw a six-year-old girl also going uphill with a two-year-old brother perched on her shoulders. He casually remarked :
‘This boy is too heavy for you.’
‘Not at all,’ said the girl. ‘He is my brother.’]
I have your kind letter. What a great thought is this: “He is not heavy. He is my brother”! The heaviest of burdens becomes light as a feather when it is lifted by love.