write a diary entry on child labour word limit 50
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Dear Diary,
Today, I saw something very overwhelming. Children walking barefoot on burning hot soil, carrying loads of stones for construction of the two storey building near my house.
It is a shame that child labour is still in practice in India.
Child Labour is the practice of having children engage in economic activity, on a part- or full-time basis. The practice deprives children of their childhood, and is harmful to their physical and mental development. Poverty, lack of good schools and the growth of the informal economy are considered to be the key causes of child labour in India.
Today, I saw something very overwhelming. Children walking barefoot on burning hot soil, carrying loads of stones for construction of the two storey building near my house.
It is a shame that child labour is still in practice in India.
Child Labour is the practice of having children engage in economic activity, on a part- or full-time basis. The practice deprives children of their childhood, and is harmful to their physical and mental development. Poverty, lack of good schools and the growth of the informal economy are considered to be the key causes of child labour in India.
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Dear diary,
Sometimes life can be cruel. I realized this today. While returning home, I saw a little boy at the labour site. I felt a weird kind of feeling. Like a pinch in my heart. at his age I was a child with no worries, living life carefree but in the eyes of that dark haired boy I could see the seriousness. He had a younger girl besides him. i guess that was her sister. Both of them had to work at such a tender age. I could never do that work. But they had no choice but to do that. On my way back, I could only think of those two. There pain. Is this what a developed India is like?
Sometimes life can be cruel. I realized this today. While returning home, I saw a little boy at the labour site. I felt a weird kind of feeling. Like a pinch in my heart. at his age I was a child with no worries, living life carefree but in the eyes of that dark haired boy I could see the seriousness. He had a younger girl besides him. i guess that was her sister. Both of them had to work at such a tender age. I could never do that work. But they had no choice but to do that. On my way back, I could only think of those two. There pain. Is this what a developed India is like?
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