SARI’S AND BEGGARS
When I travelled to India, many years ago, I found myself in a squalid, forsaken world. Traffic sped by perilously. They were too fast to be safe, but too slow to get anywhere.
It was gut wrenching to see neglected, grubby children laying on the ground at my feet. They were everywhere. Mounds of bedding, people rolled up inside, sleeping through it all, the sounds, the smells. The place seemed to swallow people up. I was stifled by the heat and choking on the smog. And there I was in the middle of a nation of multi coloured sari’s and dirty, crippled beggars.
I LEFT MY HEART IN INDIA
Dalits (Untouchables) are trapped into fixed social orders, from which it’s impossible to escape.
Many upper-caste Indians simply walk past the starving and sick Dalits.
As alien as this land is, travellers cannot help, but fall in love with its people. As for me,? Well everything changed, from those days, I left my heart in India; making a vow to myself, that one day, I would return.
I’d understood right there, then and still now, why Mother Teresa had said: ~
‘If you can only feed one … then feed that one’ ~ Mother Teresa
“Hungry for love, He looks at you. Thirsty for kindness, He begs of you. Naked for loyalty, He hopes in you. Homeless for shelter in your heart, He asks of you. Will you be that one to Him?”
― Mother Teresa, In the Heart of the World: Thoughts, Stories and Prayers
We Can Be Heroes ~ David Bowie live in Berlin.
“It felt anthemic, almost like a prayer,”