Nurungikal…2…

      It was not a usual gathering. I sat amidst a group of differently abled girls and boys. Some were a little older than the others. Still they mingled and behaved same. Some kept aloof from the proceedings. It was a function to inaugurate a new building of an institution dedicated to take care of such children. The funds for which was donated by a benevolent couple who hailed from a far off place.

     I used to visit this school on and off to share a few moments with the children. Each time I was moved by their loving gestures. While I held them close to me  rays of love imparted , electrifying my senses, clearly communicating their feelings. They held refusing to part, and trying to retain an invisible bond. Among them a small girl used to come to me gleaming with a broad smile as if we knew each other since long. Without any hesitation she would stretch out her little hand for a hand shake. As I lifted her she would clap ending in a loud laughter. There is another who is always ready to oblige you with a popular movie song which she would render like a professional singer. Yet another would come running to you to show her painting. A few sat here and there pondering or engaged in some activity.

      Only a few members of the local community turned up for the function. I feel more than any financial assistance this special school aspire for a moral support from the immediate neighbours. There is no words to appreciate the dedicated functioning of the staff of the institution, who unlike many others are embodiments of love and patience. I can understand how much the parents of those children and the community at large are indebted to them in accepting a responsibility which others would shudder to take up. I would appeal to the local government bodies to take a leading roll in providing proper infrastructural facilities to such institutions, While let the public offer unreserved  support in the form of love and care to those who are God’s own children.