Anuj, an eleven year old boy, went on his first school camp. At home, chores magically avoided him. Camp changed everything. He learned to fold blankets, wash plates, and line up shoes. Helping friends felt fun, not forced. One evening, he proudly cleaned the tent without reminders. Returning home, Anuj surprised everyone. He set the table, watered plants, and packed his bag. His parents blinked, smiled, and hugged him tight. Camp hadn’t tired him; it awakened responsibility, confidence, and kindness. Anuj learned that helping isn’t punishment, it’s belonging for him and his family every single day thereafter with joy together.
Ray of light far from sight All his need is a caring feed A place to sleep, a blanket to keep - the despodent waif Warm and safe Cruel men see the poor one plead, Emptiness filled hearts hesitant to share a part. On the pavement's corner sits this lad a bit. Weak and pale telling his tale None hear Do they feign fear? Hoping - is all he could do for some fresh hot stew Every passer-by down the lane Ignore this guy and all his pain Why is this scene not wiping off my brain Serene it Remains Revives time and again As I sit by the window of the train.
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