The Monsters of Cheveru. They tugged at our hands, They welcomed us like long lost brothers. They brought us chai and biscuits while we worked. Left us to rest when we were having our lunch breaks. But, demanded us to teach them games and English when it was their time. We played tag, and "Police & Thief" with them, but they could outrun us, even though they were barefoot. And, when we were about to leave, they made us little paper aeroplanes to carry us home.
Not really monsters, but little children. In the end, the Monsters of Chevuru got the better of me.
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The smiles and enthusiasm you hear when a child points to his half built home is so inspiring and uplifting.
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