For a few children born to rich and urban
families, Doctors exist at finger tips. For the millions born to the poor and
villagers, fate falls sort of its own luck in helping them. Doctors don't exist
for them. Wish God was there in the million of temples and road side orange
stones that we find more interesting to nurture.
(The boy in picture is neither a disaster
victim nor that of an epidemic. He is victim of the apathetic and non-existence
health service systems in this country. He is from the mineral rich Kendujhar
district where both white and black income from mining come in billions. A
story will follow shortly)
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