Balloons all over the rickshaw, as the little butterflies ride in circles of joy so hopeful and fun filled to reach the sky. Moving to the sound of music ,while girls aim for the boys. Grooving and jumping on sofa and boys kicking the football so aimlessly.
Toy scooters and toy balls so innocently played. The energy ran so high and natural. Living each moment to fantasy . Making stories by what comes by, young creative juice flowing with easy .
Humming tunes to the image they create and the sound they hear. Food and soft drinks flowing in time for there verve to remain. Kushi's grandfather so involved with the kids remembering his childhood moments .
Spaces remain no bar to children they are bound by none. Sitting in circles and uniting as one, speaking the language that roots the beginning. As the evening ends with cream on ice for a hot summer, we thank you children for teaching us a way to live.
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