The Day when I left my ๐Ÿ  home I had some hope in my eyes I was determined to work hard, I wasn’t expecting a palace for my family, just looking for a shelter to hide in an odd conditions. Never wished for chhappan bhog (delicious food), only 2 time meal for my children is sufficient, these small little wishes perhaps too much from this well cultured and educated society. I cried, I got hopeless but never been so broken ๐Ÿ’”, educated people call it pandemic, I have no clues what exactly that means the only thing I know I have been suffering from the disease since I was born and that is poverty.

Migrant labour…….. 


Pursuing my PhD from IIT kanpur, trying to explore other dimensions of writing apart from scientific literature ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ“š

9 thoughts on “Migrant_crisis

  1. Shashank…this is so heartbreaking, true and powerful. Sigh. Thank You. I hope You, Your lovely Lady and the sweet doggies are well! Wishing a most wonderful week for You All!!! Huge hugs! ๐Ÿค—๐ŸŽผ๐Ÿ’•๐ŸŒท๐Ÿ˜Š

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