1.

You never see the poor in this town. By day they toil, working cranes and
earthmovers, squirelling deep into the hot sand to lay the foundations of
chrome. By night they are banished to bleak labour camps at the outskirts of the
city.
In 1971 people from Bangladesh left their own fields and came to settle in the
slums in Seemapuri. Repeated storms had destroyed their homes and fields and
so they had migrated to India in search of a livelihood. Although the poor
people in Seemapuri lived without permits, they had ration cards that enabled
them to buy grain. Here they could at least they could feed their families, unlike
back home in Bangladesh where their fields, that produced no grain.
Firozabad is the centre of India’s glass blowing industries and famous for its
bangles. Most of the families in Firozabad are engaged in aking bangles. These
families have spent generations working in glass furnaces at high temperature,
in dingy cells without air and light making beautiful bangles are made for
women. This is very hazardous for they eyes and the workers often lose their
eyesight. Secondly they get into the trap of the money lenders and are never
able to get out of it.
The police and the administration preyed upon them instead of helping them.
Their condition has not changed over the years because they are illiterate and
believe they were destined to live such a miserable life.
In West Bengal, Gujarat , Jharkhand, Ranchi occupations such as mining,
weaving, stone crushing, brick kilns are famous. Children working there are
majorly underage who work to earn their living for their family. They are
engaged in stone crushing mining activities which are hazardous to their health.
They can lose their eyesight have several breathing disorders like asthma lung
disorders etc. in place of earning education they are losing their lives.
3.
It was a long summer day when Kamala Das was working in her office and
having a cup of tea. She was lost in some kind of thought, I went to her cabin to
pick up the important files. Over years me and Kamala have shared a beautiful
bonding of friendship.
“Hello Kamala, You seem to be pretty tensed” I asked.
“I’m fine Srija. Just the thought of my mother frightens me sometimes” said
kamala.
“Oh but why Kamala? Your mother is doing pretty well than women of her age
usually does.” I exclaimed .
“I know Srija but still I can’t be with my mother at this time really scares me a
lot. I wish to spend some quality time with her. But as you know duty calls.I am
overburden with my duty calls. I also have my children, husband waiting for me
at my home. And also my other jobs” said Kamala with disappointment but a
faint smile.
I understood what Kamala meant.
“Ever since I had been a child the very thought of losing my mother scared me a
lot” -said Kamala. “Now I could see that the fear was about to turn into reality. I
understood that by seeing my mother’s pale face while returning. I wanted to
reassure her that everything was alright.”
She was deeply pained as she realized that age had finally caught up with her
mother and death would part them soon.
“This is the rule of universe Kamala. Everyone comes to earth and goes away
leaving everyone shattered. This is a fear which no one can overcome nor
ignore. But I will also tell you Kamala to be strong.” I said.” To fight with all
the emotions going on inside you and to be with her with every time possible.
And also you will be having your support system your family, me beside you.
But yes no one can replace her. Life does not stop for anyone. You have to
move on. Try to be happy for her. So that whenever she sees you from heaven
that makes her smile. We all have to accept death. Because that’s inevitable and
a part of our life. “
These comforting words really made Kamala feel the warmth and she looked at
me smiling.
Name : Srija Samui
Section : A
Roll number : 38
Subject : English holiday homework write-up
House: Ganga