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The most beautiful kids in this world happen to be the children of the laborers busy building a seven storey luxury apartments in haste for the owners to move in during the auspicious laxmi puja ceremony of diwali. There are many kids in the basement. the oldest an eight year old who carries her little brother in her lap and  and plays with the other little kids who are two to six years old finding her path through the sacks of cement piled in the basement. Whether it rains or it is sunny it makes no difference to their play. The occasional break is their lunch in the dilapidated hutments built opposite the sprawling building. Probably they are not aware of RTE or about schools. What catches their attention is the trolley of sand left unattended. they run to take a turn  rolling it as they behave like their adults. Is right to education a mere melodrama too much of sound signifying nothing. Think about it. This blog of mine will include the most beautiful people and their world for you to ponder as you maintain your demeanor while socializing in public places or when you hurl away lakhs of rupees in celebrating Ganesh Utsav

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