My Wonderland

She may not wake up even once at night feeling uncomfortable if peas were kept   under her mattress…yet she is no less than a princess.

All the little boy needs is a horse and you’d be reminded of ‘the prince from a faraway land’ just as you know from the fairy tales read as a kid.

Yes , this place reminds me of the magical kingdom like those of fairy tales. With many princes and princesses, god-mothers and fairies ….with the air imbibed in a happy tune of a beautiful symphony…a wonderland where you’d forget all about the worries of life and be completely a part of it once you step into it.

You may wonder what I am talking about….where this land from the back of beyond comes to your notice all of a sudden without your ever hearing of it before. Well you may find it weird when I disclose the name of the place and who the fairy characters I am talking about are…I am talking about ‘Bal Mandir’ , an orphanage   where hundreds of children live. The children are looked after by ladies whom they refer to as their mothers calling them ‘mum’…and I call them god-mothers for with the way they look after those children not giving them a chance to feel the absence of the much needed ‘mothers-love’ , they deserve to be called nothing else but that. The place is somewhat like the way the world was before Pandora opened the box for it is full of children with glowing faces that reflect nothing but sheer happiness. The truth remains that they have had a horrible past or that they know that they have missed out a lot of things in life but they keep all the pain tucked inside them and have learnt to live like that.

The group consists of children of all ages, shapes, sizes and family background..it even comprises of   mentally slow ones and even deaf-and-dumbs   yet inspite of all the differences they have learnt to accept one another exactly the way they are....