"Maybe people like me are used to born for this slavery,there never was destiny created for children like me.
Why can other children go to school and have everything they want,but why can't i go to school like them.I never had chance to play with my grandparents,i don't even know who they are and my parents sold me in this dirty tea stall for money."
She never ever thought her lovely toes and beautiful hands will be filled with wounds.
"I always imagined my Lovely Toes to become more beautiful but huh!.I guess some people really know what this Child Labour is like or they just know how to protest. No one ever came to gift me my freedom back neither the god nor these people protesting"
"My mom always said i will be more beautiful when i grow up but what is happening to me,i have become uglier than ever. It has been never ever since i brushed my hair, i feel bad about touching my own hair.God bless India i don't even how those big shampoos are like" she mumbled sadly.
Her tears were never near to someone else problem.Every morning she used to get up with wet eyes which didn't dry from the before nights tears.Child labour has been a huge problem from like forever, There are over 60 million child labours in India living with us. Unfortunately we see only 2 or 3 around us.Care a little help if you see one,many oraganisations doesn't really help them.Most of the organisations are constructed just to cover black money by many white collars.
Let's develop India as we grow old with her. Make yourself helpful we can fight against corruption later.Wipe off those tears of many boys and girls like Nidhi and bring smile on their face letting them play those Lovely Toes.
