Night time noise is part of life at the orphanage too. All manner of insect life does its best to gang up on the senses with a cacophony of noise and a full frontal assault on the skin. I spoke to my son, Sam, at the weekend. He's over in India as part of the current team. 'Dad', he said, 'I was eaten alive last night and I've counted more than 60 bites on one arm!'
For me it's not so much the bites but the buzzing! That's where the ear plugs come in. But they don't help much when 5.30am finally comes and the singing starts! Huge speakers pump watts into the cavernous space between the hostel buildings.
And so we all wake up to the characteristic beat and beauty of Tamil singing. 'What's the music for?', I asked Girija, the girl we've sponsored for years. She paused, then just said ... 'Entertainment.'
At 5.30am? What could I say?
Why not make a 'noise' of your own in the lives of these wonderful children and make a donation towards our target ten thousand?