The One Who Came In Rain

I was four or five years old, studying UKG. Like everyday, after school I went out and waiting for my rickshaw to come. It has been fifteen minutes, thirty minutes, one hour, still my rickshaw wala didn’t came to take me home. It started heavy raining with frightening thunders when I started my journey back to home alone. Though I know the road to get myself home I started weeping on the way. Why because, everyday by that time I used to play with my friends around my home, would have had some snacks from my mom. I was missing their love, I was missing being with them, I was missing my family, I was missing my home, I was missing that happiness. All of sudden a strange old man who was pulling his rickshaw which is used for transporting stuff, appeared in front of me like an angel. He took me in his arms and asked to show the way to my home and then he took me home.

Today even I don’t remember his face, Regardless of his religion I love him one of the most in my life. When I look at the basic cause of this organization where I am working at make me to remember this story of my childhood. I wonder about children whom we used to deal with, their thoughts, their perception of things, their life without the most important support would have become how sensitive.

Since I joined MAD, I am transcending my life with myself. I am being a family for someone, I am being that hope for someone to rise up, I am emphasizing someone to their dreams. Most of all their love that I am receiving is just Ah!!… (Seriously I don’t have words to express.)