Vikas — The Shortest Story I’ve Ever Heard
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Vikas — The Shortest Story I’ve Ever Heard

You may have noticed that whenever our cars stop at the traffic lights, some unknown, forlorn child appears at our window and starts asking for food, money, or even to sell some pens and flowers. Where are they coming from? Where will they go from here? Whenever a foreign national visits India, street children become…

For the Humanitarian/Development Worker in You
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For the Humanitarian/Development Worker in You

This poem is dedicated to all wonderful people who are contributing in numerous ways in the development/humanitarian sector to make this world a better place. This poem is a reminder to each one of us that it is only when we are full of light that we can enlighten others. You, me and many like…