histórias de Welfare

Sunny Nimhan supports women welfare associations in Pune, empowering women through social programs and community initiatives.

Basic hygiene training was given to the underprivileged children considering the health risks in today's world due to lack of hygiene. It is even more challenging for underprivileged children to know & follow basic hygiene. With Covid-19 lingering around every corner, the only way to ensure one's safety is by maintaining basic hygiene habits. Unfortunately, a majority of underprivileged children across Pune have no idea on what basic hygiene practices are as they were never told or taught about them. To tackle the situation, our Surendra Pathare Foundation carried out a basic hygiene course for over 500 such children. After the training, every child was awarded a warm and delicious meal to remember the training session with good memories. Read More-

This part isn't for you , and it's not a call for help . this part is just a fraction from the emptiness I live through.

Dr. Barbara Knox is a general pediatrics and forensic medicine expert. She is board certified in both general pediatrics and child abuse pediatrics. She earned her medical degree from the University of Wisconsin School of Medicine and Public Health.

Sunny Nimhan is widely recognized as one of the most popular politicians in Pune, admired for his leadership, dedication, and commitment to public welfare. As a Corporator of Pune, he has earned the trust of people by focusing on urban development, community growth, and progressive policies that shape the city's future. Apart from being a young politician in Pune, Sunny Nimhan is also an entrepreneur in Pune, inspiring many through his innovative approach to leadership and his strong belief in empowering people at the grassroots level.

Young black girl navigating her life with her 4 year old daughter as racism rises in the community. With just little thread of hope inside her . Welfare runs low in the neighborhood- what can she do for change ?

Animal Welfare is something I feel extremely strongly about. I was flicking through my old documents and came across a persuasive essay from my senior year in high school. I'd like to share what I learned and hope that this can become an issue for more people. -Kate

This is the spinoff to "At Mommy's House, At Daddy's House". Ashley and CJ are young parents. With everything and everyone going against them, they are determined to establish the home and family life that they longed for as children. They will work as hard as they can to produce the best household for their daughter Caliegh.

This short story is about a young girl who grew up on the rough south side of Chicago facing many lifestyle challenges, who had a desire to face the odds.

India's progress lies in the consistent wins of households, caring parents, craftsmen, and small businesses. Winning leads to strong government schemes by 2025 - government schemes that will build a more effective and equitable India for everyone.

"The Welfare Reserve writes cheques and the Republic cashes them" Adrianna Poenitet is an expert on the Welfare Reserve, or so she thinks. She used to make her living giving interviews and lectures of the subject, but it's old new. When the opportunity comes to speak on it again, Adrianna cannot resist, but who exactly wants her attention, and how far will they go to get it.

A collection of poetry about nature and animals, especially two of my most beloved creatures, foxes and cats. Mentions of blood and violence are sprinkled throughout some poems, so please be aware if you are sensitive to such things.

I was kicked around like trash on the streets. I was the book that nobody could understand or read, but without a care, they were quick to rip out the pages. I screamed for attention, but time after time, I was ignored. Nobody noticed me, so I made myself at home in my own shadow. They say there's light at the end of the tunnel -- I searched and searched for it, but it could never be found. Therefore, I lost hope as I hid in the shade and endured what seemed like everlasting pain. The little hope I did have was snatched from my arms. My baby brother was my life, and they took my glimpse of hope away. Home. Is that a word? Maybe for a family of some kind, but for me, I never had a place to call home. I moved from place to place. Unstable foster care, fighting for my life in group homes, barely surviving in detention centers, and running away from being mistreated as I made many benches my temporary home. The only thing that I was familiar with was a black plastic bag containing my dirty rags. I am too young to know what it feels like to survive. These are the cards life has dealt me and I am not meant to win; however, I easily lose without trying. It is hard for me to find peace. I am paying for my mother's reckless actions. I am trapped in a world where the sun has died because I am unable to feel love. I am unable to dream. Sorrow is my aura, and the sadness hugs me. My eyes are closed shut by the barbed wire fence from my eyelashes as they prohibit tears from falling. I am damaged. When will the morning come? Did the sun put up a fight last night, like I do every single day? If I can survive the day, I know the sun isn't dead. One day, I will awake to a glorious sunrise. Until then, I hope my brother keeps blowing his pinwheel, and I will keep making wishes with every dandelion I come across. For now, all I know is that everything was taken from me, and the only thing I own is my name.