I live in the poorest area (not trying to speak it into existence) of India. I was tired of bad roads. One fine day, as I was taking a shower, I decided that I would not see any more broken, raggedy roads. I said,” I see only beautiful roads.” I kept repeating it like a lunatic.

The very next time I got out of my house for a walk, I found out some of our nearby roads had been repaired. It turned out that the village government had allocated funds to repair our roads. Now I see only beautiful roads.