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“Akka tea!” smiled Vishakha as she offered me a warm cup of tea. Her infectious smile and the warmth in her voice made the tea even more enjoyable. “I study MPC in a college in Nizamabad” continued Vishakha , “I only get to see my little sisters in the holidays. I so wish to spend more time with them but have to go away after the college reopens.” The sadness of missing her family was inevitable. She kept on talking about her little siblings who were playing around us, in a motherly affection.
We, the BiHians were at the Hyderabad chapter of SOS Children’s Village. Their representative Praveen explained us , most of these children here are double orphans. They live in a group of around 12 in a single house under the loving care of a trained lady who is “mother” to these children staying together. They grow up together with love and affection for each other and receive education till they are grown up enough to face the tough world alone.
“Ke Ham Tak Tumhaari Duwa Aa Rahi Thi.....” The melodious voice of Lata Mangeskar was buzzing from the audio system as we were coming back from SOS Village. I felt the golden touch of the kids has enriched me from within. I realised the value of life the day Sporsho visited SOS Village. The voice of Vishakha still echoes in my ears the way she said with dreamy eyes and in a determinant voice that she wants to be a pilot as she grows up. Come let us join hands with Sporsho and try to make them smile again in the very little way we can.
Let me ask you today “Have you felt blessed lately?”


