When my friend Mohan, had told me about this place, I imagined it would be just like any other school, any other hostel and just some kids growing up. What I failed to realize that this was a special place for special children. They are special not because they have super powers or if they can do extra ordinary things on a daily basis. They are special because they are stronger than their age. They are more mature and they are dealing with the harsh reality since their birth.
When I was a 7 year old, all I could think about was candies and how to make a scene so I could convince my dad to buy me more. I used to be a mischievous prick people couldn’t handle, so I was thrown in the hostel to use my creative ability to cause a ruckus.
But these children here live a very simple life. They have no source nor the time for stuff like TV, coloring time, playing time or to creatively express themselves in any way possible.
Abandoned by their parents. Shunned from the society and totally helpless on their own. These innocent souls crave for them to be loved, to be taken care of, to be heard. All they want is to hear a simple “I love you” from their parents.
A tight hug when its cold. A small gesture to show they mean something to the people who gave birth to them. It is not their fault they were born under the circumstances and rules of the society for them to deserve this kind of life.
At this this point they would take that from anybody.
The story of every child here, is so moving, it almost feels like my problems are nothing but a speck in the universe compared to theirs. These children are forced to live a life that they do not deserve. In moments like this I feel life is a unfair on some people for no mistake of theirs.
Let me tell you one such story of a child named after the infamous gangster Dawood Ibrahim.
His birth parents had an illicit affair and he was made to pay for their mistakes. His father is a muslim and his mother is a hidhu. Since society frowns upon such a relationship, this child has to suffer everyday. His parents abandoned him here and just stopped caring for him. He washes his school uniform in the evening and wears it in the morning. Kids play after school, but here, kids wash their cloths, do their own dishes and they have to take care of themselves.
Apart from all this, they do stuff like tending to the poultry and other pets inside a small campus where the school is run. A bunch of very good souls are taking care of these children here with the most basis means and expecting nothing in return.
This school is run by Hari’s mom, who takes care of the place and see to the basis needs of the children are fulfilled every day. She cooks for the children, buys amenities required to run the school on a daily basis.
She gladly allowed us to stay there for a week and give the children some sort of entertainment and try to make them forget their worries for a while. We made them play some games and also provide some entertainment so the kids could have a good time.
We are trying to provide these children with anything that is possible in our power. Things like cloths, football, things to express their creativity.
If you are interested in providing something for this school please get in touch with me and we would gladly accept anything. Be it a pencil or and eraser, the children could use the love. They just need to feel important to somebody and that’s all they are asking for. If you would like to come visit the school and spend time with the children you are most welcome.
You can get in touch with me through any means.
MY mobile : 9994813500
My email: vamsinandola@gmail.com
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