This smile has a long story behind it. Curtained by
beautiful smile is a painful reality. This young boy calls himself Jigri and
indeed he is one…a good friend. I don’t even remember his given name but I know his
surname and it is Giri. His father and mother left him few years ago. He is
ever so hopeful that his mother will someday come and take him away from his
maternal home where he lives with his widowed grandmother, his elder brother and a young uncle. He says his mother
is in India. Working. He doesn’t know where his father is.
Unlike Jigri,we have
given his elder brother a name. We call
him Fikri. Fikri has reputation of his own. Fikri is
different.He is into some kind of destructive fantasy. Already a wanna be gangsta. He makes us worry about him a little every now and then. No big
deal. It’s just that we don’t want to see yet another kid being wasted away,especially when
it’s not his fault.
Jigri and Fikri are the only two kids in our village who don’t go to the school. But not
for
too long. New session and you’ll see these guys in their school uniform.
We have
made a deal. They are always welcome in our place, any time and they will
also continue to receive those free marbles every week. Provided that
they go
to the school. They are in it and so are we.
They may be abandoned by their parents but not by
us.
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