the story of resurrection... being hopeful for heydays;the present holds a promise greeting future. Juxtaposed with; the shabby classroom emitting foul smell carry the story of impoverishment... being hopeful for heydays;the future holds no promises confining present. Deadening atmosphere of a classroom situated in a shanty town has a demand only for investing in providing essential amenities; i .e. education infrastructure not for high infrastructural facilities. The future of the children asks for high faculties not for high facilities. What do the falling leaves remind you of? #musingtime #fallingleavescarry #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba
