So the entire dance scene is dedicated to all the talented dancers in my school. Because that's what inspired me.

Let me just say that the little speech on poverty is a sensitive topic for any author to bring up. I'm a citizen of a country that has roughly 276 million unfortunates with crappy food, shelter, clothing, basically everything.

I see small kids of 6 and 7 walking barefoot on the roasted asphalt roads in the cities, ragpicking. The churning feeling I get every time I see such poverty made me decide to use this platform to simply make people aware. To hopefully convince at least a single soul to waste food, water a little less everyday. Maybe little by little we can slowly generate one smile at a time. One burp at a time.

Ending the unusually long author's note with hope and a truck full of love.

Yours,
fictophilic.

👯