The People We Don't Want to See - Do they Matter - Do they even exist

They build our homes.

They sweep our streets.

They scrub our floors and cook our meals.

They drive us safely through traffic.They guard our homes—often through the night.

They hold up our cities.

And yet—we don't see them.

We wave them in with a key or a nod.

We thank them with a glance, if at all.

We trust them with our homes, our cars, and even our children.

But once their work is done—we want them to disappear.

We don't want them sharing the elevator.

We don’t want them sitting in the lobby.

We don’t want them eating in the same food courts or resting in the same parks.

We don’t want their presence at our weddings, parties, or PTA meetings—unless they’re working.

We rely on their labor, but deny them dignity.

We trust their hands, but not their dreams.

We often don’t know their names—only the work they do - Driver. Maid. Guard. Cleaner.

And we never ask:

• Does your child go to school?

• Do they have clean clothes?

• Do they dream of becoming a doctor, a pilot, a teacher?

• Can they read the road signs you drive past every day?

Because we’ve taught ourselves not to ask. We’ve built lives so neatly divided by caste, class, and concrete walls that we no longer notice the injustice—they live with every day.

Their children grow up on the margins of our cities, watching our kids go to well-lit schools with smart boards and soft desks. Their childhoods vanish into labor, hunger, and silence—because no one asked, no one intervened, no one included them.

We say education is a right. But for them, it’s a lottery—and we hold all the tickets.

They Are There, But Not There.

They are meant to be invisible:

Not heard, not seen, not remembered—except when we need them.

But their children? They deserve better.

They deserve classrooms, not construction sites. They deserve uniforms, not hand-me-downs. They deserve teachers who believe in them, not a society that ignores them.

So where do we begin?

Maybe with a hello. With a question. With letting our children play with theirs. With demanding that every child, no matter their background, has access to education, respect, and opportunity.

Because if we can’t see the people who carry our world, we’re not building a society. We’re building a silence.

They are there—but not allowed to be fully human in our eyes. We want their labor, but not their laughter. Their children watch ours dream from behind a glass wall they cannot cross. Education isn’t a privilege. It’s a right we’ve locked away from them.

Let's break the silence and make a start. Let's get interested in their welfare through the betterment of their children. Let us start with a little education for them. Support us at "Pehla Akshar" with generous donations. God has given you enough and more.

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