Wednesday, November 25, 2009
About 1 year back..when I was at Bengaluru, one day while working on a site, I met this little kid with a small smile...he was really very naughty. Soon we got into conversation, but suddenly he asked me for my cell phone, when i asked why? he said that he has to call some one.. i took the number from him and called. I kept on trying to connect ...but in vain, finally i asked him whose number is it?? he replied.. its my mother's number. I couldn’t understand why then it kept saying that the "number does not exist “ all the time. At the end, after finishing my work, I took a snap of my little friend and came out of the building.
But, before getting in to my cab....i looked back to have a glance of the building...there was a board hanging on which it was written ….."Orphan House"........the little friend of mine belonged to that orphan center, he had never seen his mother, he was one of those kids who are given false numbers telling that those are their parents numbers. ..where as, they have never had a father or a mother . Each time i remember the innocence on that kids face..i ask myself..how can anyone do this..... such a painful punishment to such innocent kids??????