CALLING UPON THE ANGELS OF GOD
A dozen thoughts raced across my mind even as my daughter kept up her barrage of questions. I knew her inquisitive mind and box full of curiosity won’t give her any peace of mind, even as I told her “You will find out when you get there.” She always marched me though this drill. I tried to answer her queries as best as I could and some I passed over to my mother. My son too young to comprehend or contemplate about the affairs of life, was deeply engrossed in clicking pictures of food stalls, a wandering cow, or a man riding a rickshaw on the road. His experiments in photography may not qualify him for any contest but they sure kept me relaxed and the photographer occupied.
I wondered how they would react to all of us. I am guilty of housing a little fear in some corner of my mind. Fear about how my children would react on seeing them; about the safety of my children least they turn aggressive. My mother’s presence and the fact that she had visited them earlier, reassured me. I began to think how close relationships, and love for our dear ones makes a human weak or susceptible to weakness. I was unaware that on the retrospect after the visit I would be left wondering about my ignorance and complacent attitude about the issue.
The car approached the “Open Learning School”, which was hidden from the main road by the high wall and rows of trees. As the car entered the gates of the school I couldn’t help revealing my amazement to mother “It’s so big, with an impressive lay out! I didn’t expect this!”There were a few yellow buses lined outside the school building. The school was a learning center for autistic and differently abled children in Bhubaneswar. The buses brought in children residing with their parents and teachers from various parts of the city. As we were visiting on a weekend we were certain that the school schedule won’t be disrupted. Our destination was the hostel ,(the haven )housing the 25 orphaned/deserted, autistic / mentally challenged children, which was at a little distance from the school, but within the compounded walls. As soon as the car stopped and we alighted from it we were greeted by the abandoned joy, laughter, dance and shout of a few kids. These were children who were relatively less challenged. There were about 25 children in the approximate age range of 5-20 years and about 5 -6 care takers.
Open Learning School is a organization for disadvantaged children and is registered under Indian Societies Registration Act.
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It was time to leave and say good bye. The children asked us to come back again. I do not know what prompted me to visit them but I left with a heavy heart. I had done nothing for the children in a day of visit, except perhaps for myself. I had reinforced that guilt that I contribute absolutely nothing as I live my complacent life in my world. I began to think how little these children ask from the world and how much joy they derive out of the simplest things. When I revealed my thoughts to mother she consoled me saying, " Think that you have contributed some of your time, thought about them and brought smiles to their faces today." Till the time the way opens out this consolation is something to hold on to.