Once   I   was  just  passing   a road  and   work  of  road  making  was  in   process  ... I saw  the males and

females  were working  ..togather....I   just   stood   there   watching   them   working  in  hot  sun . The children 

were  playing  there....I was  surprised  to  see  the  children   playing  togather  without  any   hassle....I sat there

nearby  them   on   footpath......The  thoughts  were  running  throughly....Whts  the  future  of those  children...?
 
What  could  be  done  ..?  i was ashamed  of  myself  as  I was not getting  any plan  to   help  the   children....I 

was  quite  worried   thinking   how  many  children staying in such  condition.... Even if  i want to teach them what 

language can be used  to teach  them....As  there  was no surity  of the  stability  of the childrens' stay...as  they 

move  around  wherever   they  get   work...  Then I heard a sound  of a slap ...I looked  in the  direction.....The 

mother  of  a child  slapped her child...he was barely  five  years  old.... I just  went  in the  direction.....' KYA  HUA ?'

I   hoped that  she   would   understand   my  Hindi....  They  were  tribal    people.....But  by  her  expression  I made

out  that  she understood  my  query.....She  showed  a biscuit pack which  the  child picked up from a shop

without  knowledge of  the  shopkeeper.....I tried  to take  out   money   from  my  purse but  she  nodded...

     She   took  out  the  food  she    prepared  before  coming  to   work... It   was   wrapped  in   unclean cloth...And

all  of    them sat    togather and started   eating  peacefully  i knew  there were rotis made out of corn........When I 

went home the children were main focus  for me...
.
They  were  wearing   dirty clothes  and  thier  hair  was  bunch  of  uncombed  web  with  no oil in it....

We celebrate  all the  festivals ....we  partying  around.....but  what  about  these  children  who have no dreams at

all......!