There was nothing different, unusual or very sensational about his childhood. In fact, it was so normal, uneventful or drab a childhood could ever be. A lower middle-class family, in a then backward district of Mahbubnagar, in an unheard-of sleepy village of Rangapuram, near Gadwal. The family comprised of Mother, Father, Sister and our protagonist, Mardi Karunakar Reddy, who shared the roof with two bulls, two buffaloes, one cow, one dog and four hens. This was the childhood memories that come to Mr.M.Karunakar Reddy’s mind, when he takes a trip down the memory lane. So near, yet so far! Although river Krishna flows just 3kms away from our village, there is no water available to drink for humans and cattle. Throughout our childhood, we used to bring water from wells with steps which are half a kilometer from our house. We used to bring water in clay pots by walking down 40-50 steps into the well, but we used such water only for cattle. But to get drinking water for everyone in the family, we need to walk one more kilometer and get from a bore well, that too after an hour long wait. We used to get drinking water twice a day, be it any season, winter, summer or rainy we had to get water for 365 days and the marks of 30 years memories are still on my shoulders.