Kartik and I go to a school nearby. There is an orphanage and an old age home also. In the beginning we had no idea what to do there. Now we tell stories, play with them and share sweets. On our first visit I had held one tiny little girl on my lap throughout the time I narrated the story. She was not well on our next visit and when we went next time I was surprised to observe that although I did not notice her she had noticed Jyoti Anna. I was smiling. And it was not only her. I never anticipated that an hour-a-week visit would make them remember my name. We all have a good time when we go there.
