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Travelling to India to volunteer at a School and eye hostpital.This is a diary of my visit and the ongoing story of the projects.
When I was 6years old, I also started picking through rubbish. Together, I, my mother, and my father used to collect the garbage and sell it and whatever money we got from selling we ran the whole house with it. Our home life was happily passing by. All of a sudden, one day my father got TB, and because of the illness there was an interruption in his work. And because of this I and my 5year old sister also started to go pick through garbage. After selling the garbage, half of the money made was spent on medication for my dad. One night my father died and my mother became a widow. It was my father’s dream that his son get educated and help the world, but he died. My mother wanted me to have an education but she herself was illiterate, she only knew a little reading, that’s why she took me to a hostel in Dhanbad for admission, but I wasn’t allowed, then my mother took me to the Hostel in Gomo but I didn’t get admission there either. Then my mother spoke to my father’s sister. And, my father’s sister told her, “My son Chandan studies at Divine Onkar Mission, so you should also admit your son there.” And my mother brought me to Divine Onkar Mission for admission and I got admitted. And now, I am 10 years old, and I read in Class III. I got 1st position in 6 Examinations. And we have all facilities in this school. In Future, when I will become big I want to become a teacher very much.
I have one brother & one sister. I am the youngest member. I want to be a computer programmer.
My name is Birsa Kumar. My father used to ride a rickshaw. After he died we brothers became orphans.
I got an email from Santosh today. This is a english translation of his personal oath. Most, if not all the children have an oath.

Then I was very young. When my mother was suffering from fever. My father could do nothing, my mother’s became very serious. After that my father admitted my mother in to Hazaribagh Hospital and after a few days my mother became all right. She came home. Then she died all of a sudden. After that my father started drinking. My father got married again. Due to our step mother my father’s attitude towards us changed completely. She used to beat us without any reason. She would care for her child only. She never used to give us food. All she was interested in was to get us to do the various domestic jobs. We had to take the cow and goat to the forest for their food and collect woods for cooking purposes. Whatever our step mother saved our father would spend up to the last penny by drinking. My step mother was also suffering from fever. Soon she was unable to walk. She was treated many times but she was not cured. She became mad. In that situation a Divine Onkar Mission Hospital representative happened to visit our village. They felt pity by seeing the horrible condition of my stepmother. They were kind enough to admit her into the Hospital. My mother died in the hospital after some time father also died.

We really miss everyone and looking forward to returning this year after the summer and monsoon months. This time our stay will be alot longer.


Christmas Eve and we are all busy decorating and eating lollipops. You can just make out Monica at the back :-)

For the handful of children that have family, visits are normally once a week for about a hour. This photo is of Kiren and Veerus (right to left middle row) with their mother and 2 sisters.

Pushpa & Roshni. Pushpa follows me around and is forever smiling. She is the one in the black dress. Roshni is the dancer

The Sun setting over Connaught Place. This pic does not truly capture all the colors and lighting, but gives you an idea :-)