Anil had been rescued from a railway station in Mumbai and sent to an orphanage by some kind people who worked for this cause. He refused to tell anyone where he came from and why he had escaped from home. The truth was he didn’t want to speak of the memories that haunted and troubled him. He was safe in the child care, but he longed for love. Each night he would pray to God sitting on his knees and paint a picture of a mother – a woman who was kind, full of divinity and who had a beautiful angelic smile.
There were kids in the orphanage who would get adopted by good families. Anil wished them well, said goodbye and dreamt. He just dreamt of a loving mother. That’s all he wanted.
One day, his caregiver brought a woman to the orphanage who wanted to make donations. She was on a wheelchair as she had lost her limbs in a fatal car accident several years ago. She made a good living for herself as a teacher and coach. As she was single and specially challenged, adoption wasn’t an option that she considered seriously but she loved spending time with the kids.
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