They live in their own world. They have their own colors, trees built of their own orange and red shades. They sing their own songs. They seem not to be from this world. They are not even aliens. They understand love and care showered upon them. They live on the cloud of dreams, sometimes waiting for a hand to hold them before they fall off. They have their own language, which is not shadowed by the global language of envy and jealousy. Their words do not spit venom but blossom new hearts. They experience pain also, but for them, it is a way to tell that we, ‘better-off’ beings, are not so fortunate, unfortunately.
A bundle of joy girdles them when they watch Tom and Jerry animation. Or a splurge of emotions in the form of dance steps follows up soon, when they watch popular movie songs. They sway to the tunes and their movements enthrall and inspire others. Joy is something that not only we, the so-called developed and sophisticated beings experience. Rather it is in their DNA, in various paradoxical forms, even in the seemingly gloomy form also.
Indian flag flutters on their drawing sheets, requesting us to treat these mortal beings with dignity and respect. Their imagination soars them up to the doors of heaven and hell, the most sought-after and the least sought-after locations respectively for humans. These mortal beings are also part of this world. They are neither special kids, nor physically or mentally challenged kids. They are human beings. Sometimes I feel that Lord has spared them the usual fangs of this materialistic world and they are fortunate enough, more than us.
Thanks to Sadhana Home for Mentally Challenged, for opening up new vistas of colors, imagination and emotions even in my life on 8th July, 2012 during Sunday Breakfast Activity of Aashayein Foundation, Hyderabad.