write a diary entry on "you notice many street children playing or working during the day in your area . describe these children"
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dear diary,
The poor conditions of children is unbearable..the way they live with tattered clothes and their looks showtheir unhygienic conditions make mefeel Sooryavansham for them. They are uneducated and play with some things which is not a thing to play stones and marbles, rubbles on ground . Sorrow stokes me every time I seek their memory. But even their conditions are worse they are happy and smiling with complete faith that their condition are going to be good..
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The poor conditions of children is unbearable..the way they live with tattered clothes and their looks showtheir unhygienic conditions make mefeel Sooryavansham for them. They are uneducated and play with some things which is not a thing to play stones and marbles, rubbles on ground . Sorrow stokes me every time I seek their memory. But even their conditions are worse they are happy and smiling with complete faith that their condition are going to be good..
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24 Jan 2017. 8:30pm
Today, I saw a heart melting scene while I was going towards the market to get some vegetables for Mother.
I saw a bunch of street kids hanging around in the garbage pile. Some of them were searching for some useful things that they could sell to a recycle dealer and few young kids were playing around the stinking pile.
I kept on staring at them. The street kids were working hard to get some bread for their family and the young children, though the smell of the waste was strong, they were playing around with ecstasy like they are used to it.
I felt greatly sorry for them. I wanted to do something to help them. I searched my pockets for some change, but, all I had was my 20 rupees pocket money and the rest my Mother gave me to buy vegetables.
I went up to them, ignoring the pong around me and gave them my pocket money. The ragamuffin whom I was giving the money to gazed upon my eyes. I saw tears filling in her eyes and I understood that she wanted to thank me with all her heart. She promised that she would share the money with her friends and ran to them to show them the money she got.
I just kept on looking at them. This was the real bliss I wanted to see in them and I slowly slipped away and continued my journey to the market.
Yours,
ABC
Today, I saw a heart melting scene while I was going towards the market to get some vegetables for Mother.
I saw a bunch of street kids hanging around in the garbage pile. Some of them were searching for some useful things that they could sell to a recycle dealer and few young kids were playing around the stinking pile.
I kept on staring at them. The street kids were working hard to get some bread for their family and the young children, though the smell of the waste was strong, they were playing around with ecstasy like they are used to it.
I felt greatly sorry for them. I wanted to do something to help them. I searched my pockets for some change, but, all I had was my 20 rupees pocket money and the rest my Mother gave me to buy vegetables.
I went up to them, ignoring the pong around me and gave them my pocket money. The ragamuffin whom I was giving the money to gazed upon my eyes. I saw tears filling in her eyes and I understood that she wanted to thank me with all her heart. She promised that she would share the money with her friends and ran to them to show them the money she got.
I just kept on looking at them. This was the real bliss I wanted to see in them and I slowly slipped away and continued my journey to the market.
Yours,
ABC
hope u like it, though it became kind of like a story
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