CRY Volunteers North

Image: Amit Vashisth With the mercury rising to 42⁰C, the drive from Delhi to Noida is never a pleasant ride. There I was in my crisp, ironed white shirt and neat trousers heading to office through the endless traffic in my air conditioned car. A light knock at my car window, woke me from my silent reverie about the approaching meetings and deadlines, and there was just another familiar sight. A girl, about 10 years old, in ragged and tattered clothes, was selling ‘Facial Tissues’ to people belonging to the ‘other world’- a world which promises of new possibilities, hope and a bright future unlike her own. I quietly, yet hesitantly handed over a note of Rs10 and took a packet of tissues as she happily moved over to the next car in an attempt to sell her next packet. The issue of child labor never fails to stir a few thoughts in my mind. When I see these children in the streets – one part of me thinks that perhaps buying a few odd things from them, some of which costs less than that of

Image: Amit Vashisth With the mercury rising to 42⁰C, the drive from Delhi to Noida is never a pleasant ride. There I was in my crisp, ironed white shirt and neat trousers heading to office through the endless traffic in my air conditioned car. A light knock at my car window, woke me from my silent reverie about the approaching meetings and deadlines, and there was just another familiar sight. A girl, about 10 years old, in ragged and tattered clothes, was selling ‘Facial Tissues’ to people belonging to the ‘other world’- a world which promises of new possibilities, hope and a bright future unlike her own. I quietly, yet hesitantly handed over a note of Rs10 and took a packet of tissues as she happily moved over to the next car in an attempt to sell her next packet. The issue of child labor never fails to stir a few thoughts in my mind. When I see these children in the streets – one part of me thinks that perhaps buying a few odd things from them, some of which costs less than