It's a pretty chilly night. We walk down amidst a crowd of orange clad devotees to the shrine of the Blessed Virgin Mary in Shivajinagar.
The path is filled with vendors selling food, mostly 'dil pasand', spices, second hand clothes and toys which exude exciting colourful lights.
It's a fair of its own kind.
The path is filled with vendors selling food, mostly 'dil pasand', spices, second hand clothes and toys which exude exciting colourful lights.
It's a fair of its own kind.
Holding a pair of candles planted in a roll of red roses, I walked along the path, with an aura of prayer and faith encompassing me. Putting
my faith in the intercession of the Blessed Virgin Mary, I begin to pray for the things I feel I should receive....a good job, a good salary, a
little of this and some more of that and it goes on and on and then .... a sight grips me !
I see a boy of about 10 years, holding in the warmth of his arms, his sister of about 5 years. Their clothes, hair, hands and eyelashes were caked with dirt. Beside them was a little steel saucer, in which was placed a bun and a 1 rupee coin. They sat along the path, nodding off to sleep. No cold, no hunger and no noisy crowd could ever disturb them. It was a sight that could well up anybody's eyes with tears.
Here I was praying for my 'wants' with my parents checking on me every 5 mins to make sure my little sister and me weren't lost in the crowd, and here were these two little impeccable souls who, unmindful of their poverty, found comfort in the warmth of the other. I saw no sign of their parents....I saw no sign of any guardian or caretaker and yet, they slept in peace.
I had nothing to give them.... I couldn't pray anymore.
I looked into the sky filled with lights from the church and the only two words that crossed my mind were "Bless them".
I've heard and read alot about people being inspired about 'deeper meaning of life' and letting go of their wants, whilst coming across experiences that have chisled out a heart of humanity from a heart of greed. It wouldn't make sense unless you'd personally feel the blow of 'the hammer'.
Some of us do alot to make the world a better place....and some of us may find ourselves in the position that I was in.
I couldn't do much that day, except pray. They say that when prayers go up, blessings come down.
I'm grateful and thankful to God for all those who've helped make a difference in the lives of such under privileged children, and for those of us who want to do so much, but do not find ourselves in a position to do so, don't worry.
Your thoughts of wanting to do something for them will churn out a blessing.
Just don't stop the thought.
