Untold Tales

Interacting with children is not just pure fun but also a very enriching experience. We happened to interact with the kids of Kerala Balagram, an orphanage, a home for destitute and delinquent kids.

There were roughly 40 kids, all boys, from the age of 6 to 18. The activity that we conducted with them was simple – we introduced the practice of letter writing and made them all write letters to their special ones. Many didn’t know whom to address it to, some didn’t know the address, but they all had a few sentences scribbled across the postcard.

They all had so much to write about, to tell someone, from the silly secret of the plucked mangoes from “sir’s” house or about the beautiful girl they spotted at the bus stop, or the mere emotion of being away, or the overwhelming feeling of being suddenly surrounded by love, whom they all call family. They all had stories to tell; we have to say, many had us laughing so hard we started crying, many had us just look at them with an assuring smile and a promise, that we will post their postcard.
What if they never shared these stories with anyone, and the stories died with them?
What would happen?
Will anything happen?

But, if it makes the slightest difference to the sender or the receiver the story deserves to be told.