A ten-year-old child was there calling out to people to get into the bus. His clothes were tattered and torn everywhere and re-stitched in many other places. The yellow stains of spices and oil were clearly shining from his dark, muddy clothes which probably had not seen water for days. His bare feet were covered with dust and one could easily tell that he had not taken a shower for months. A four-foot tall, lean figure with sunken cheeks, he looked as if he was suffering from malnutrition. From his outer appearance he looked too weak to speak and yet, he was continuously uttering the same words,"Ratnapark, Ratnapark….." This is a story about a poor "khalasi" as most people call them..they have been living a life far from love and care that most of us got from our parents, near and dear ones....to read more visit: http://dreamnepal.wordpress.com