Most of them are back to their ‘ children’ mode when they are playing with other kids. Only when their parents pick them up to move on, they feel fear or rather a resigned fear for ‘fear’.
Most of the time their parent pick them up or ask them to come along ..its because they have to go to a relief center for help. Its always a long trek, hungry journey on foot & on boat to reach the relief center.
Earlier, when the flood was at its peak.. it must have been their parents who would have carried them from place to place, chasing safe places.
These are the tough little winners of life.
This old timer lost everything. Very painful to look into his eyes….they tell a sad tale..whats worse..it seems he has lost hope. Out here hope is dope. Its hope that numbs your pain and pushes you to keep on walking..despite all the pain.
A handicapped child, his fingers were joined at birth..they are more like feet in appearance. He is pretty good at everything he does.. almost at par with those who have healthy hands.
’cause I had no shoes ;
Until, upon the street
I saw a kid who had no feet “