This story is actually a month old. I was having a phone chat with my cousin. After the initial useless talk, some minutes later I realized that she is going to a children’s hostel the coming weekend. She is part of a social group in her college who indulges in quite a few social activities. Near to her college there is a hostel for orphan children. They are either homeless or a single parent owned. Their whole week is busy with school, homework and other activities normally which school going kids do. And then it is these weekends where she and her friends go and visit the place to teach and play with them. I showed my willingness to come with her to have them photographed. Guess what, I would have never published this story if I had not gone to meet those children. But since I did, that does not mean I m going to bore you with my thoughts. Instead I will let the pictures do the talking.
I m really thankful to my cousin and her group who allowed me to go through a wonderful experience. One cannot go back in time and live the childhood days, once those days are gone they ain’t coming back. That Sunday I somehow felt that some part of me went back and lived those days once again. I took many snaps but here are the best ones. Can you tell me if which of these make you remember your childhood?
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