one day appa ji shared with the little boy a small secret , there was another annexe in which older kids lived, there he saw old people ill, sick and bedridden, he expressed they were not kids but old, were they also dumped by their parents, if he also had to all his life live there like them, a feeble voice from his side explained the presence of a sixty five year old man , age does not make one old its sorrow
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