"God, why are you doing this to me?" she screams as the doctor applies
some scary looking, purple antiseptic to her intense wounds. "God,
why do I have to go through suffering?"

It's almost as if Rinku is having a conversation with God. Quite literally.
And she is two years old. Jayeshbhai bursts into tears himself.

When we walked into Batha, a village near Kabirwad, we didn't know anyone
nor did we know where we would stay. As we entered the town, the first
person we met was Rinku's mom; within minutes, we investigated the screams
from the back and found Rinku with a serious skin infection on her legs.

The next day, we stuff twenty village folks, including Rinku, into
one Tata Sumo car and made a trip to a nearby hospital. It turns out that
another kid was put in ICU, a kid who would've died had we not been at the
hospital that day.

I have seen many buildings known as temples, but today I saw a true temple inside the heart of a 2 year old.