The very presence of My kids, didi's, volunteers keeps me energized all the time.<br />This was beautifully experienced recently when I was nearly crippled with the news of my Fathers heart attack, and at the same time was to embark on an eagerly awaited Yatra (Kat Yatra) with the Children and Didis to Ahmedabad. I was not sure how to handle both which is very dear to me, so when I came to school to see how the preparations were going on, I found that the kids were preparing a surprise dance for our hosts there. And the dance involved the presence of a big person, so they asked me, to be the person and while I was so caught up with my fathers condition, I couldnt say no to them and I accepted their proposal. We danced for an hour and then had a circle of sharing in which I almost cried and noticed that even my 5 year old is praying. The next thought was, why am I scared when the prayer of my kids are there with me, and that was the time, I regained my trust in the universe.
When I initially started visiting the brothels on G.B. Road, I was curious about the lives that these women lived. I had a lot of questions to ask them but when they started asking me questions about my life, I withdrew. I was not comfortable sharing my life with the women and this made me question my intentions. If I was not willing to share, then how could I ask these women about their lives. This was THE turning point for me.
Once I was going back home, after spending time at one of the brothels, it was late evening so I took an auto and was waiting at the signal when I noticed this women. Some people say that she was also a sex worker but from past one year I have noticed her roaming on the road, people call her mad but I feel that in real sense she is living her life. She spends her whole day talking to herself, shouting laughing, and we are great friends though every time we meet our friendship starts with a round of introduction<br />This one evening I saw her, she was standing next to a man who was hurt and was unable to stand, he was begging, so she went to him, sat with him asked him something and then ran to a tea shop and got 2 cups of tea and offered one of them to him, then she went back again, said something to the shopkeeper and he gave him 3 packets of biscuit, though she never pays but that day she took out money from her pocket and gave it to shopkeeper and came back and offered two of the biscuits to the man and then sat there and started laughing and had tea with him. That moment I questioned myself what service means??<br />
Creating GB Road a street of love and working towards turning two brothels into a temple of love.
In a gentle way you can shake the world.