When I visited [Sphoorti](http://www.sphoorti.org) in Hyderabad, the kids
invited me, shouting "uncle" with smiling faces as if they knew me. They didn't
want anything from me. I was trying to remember when I saw a smile so free.
I sat and asked them to tell me their stories. Some of the boys danced, some
were good housekeepers, some had a painting hobby and others just sat under the
tree at the verandah and did their homework all evening. It didn't occur to me
that I was visiting a Government school with neglected children. This place was
filled with love, lots of it.
Sphoorti is a grass roots center in Hyderabad, aimed to raise very poor
children, orphans, children whose parents couldn't afford them. It's a place
where children lived, ate, played and went to school. I first heard about
Srivyal--an educated young man who worked in America and came back to start his
dream--when a friend asked me to contribute to sphoorti. I was sceptic: Who is
this guy? Where will my money go? Will he really light the bulb?
I walked along the premises at sphoorti, a six-room house, a large center-court,
where kids played and studied under the light at night. I looked at one of the
rooms and learnt that eight kids slept in a space half the size of my bedroom in
Boston. Here, instead, they slept on blankets.
One year's worth of kid's schooling costs 3000 rupees-75$. Other centers do
wonderful things, too, but sphoorti was different. It was in my city. I had to
I created a documentary with over hundred photographs of the lives of the kids at Sphoorti:
Read about the event in this week's [Boston Magazine](http://www.bostonmagazine.com/arts_entertainment/event/boston_photography_center_photo_fair)
I'll be raising funds at this event from the sale of these photographs (as
postcards). If you know anyone that would care to come, please do let them
know. Sphoorti needs your smile.