The Bread and the Tear

On the first day I found him at a dark corner of Mahakal market. He wore all the curse of this earth. Limbless, eyes were open but of no use. His arms were never bigger than a stick. Naked he lolled against the mosses grown wall. His head was no more than the skull and his skin merged under bones with only the richly grown untidy hair that attired him. His deep sunken eyes blinked frequently and his two begging pale hands shook , he could hardly lift his begging pot, with perhaps the name of the lord vibrating on the pale stained lips.
He was robbed of all the materialistic property except a few coins in his begging pot, passing his time under the roof of the sky and the floor of the earth
The mere figure was really a point to trigger my compassion. While I was helpless and couldn't imagine the fact of his sorrows. So I felt instead of throwing a coin, it would be better to provide him a bread, so that he would not be doubly cheated by the business fellows. I got him the bread and placed it upon his bonny palms. He at once got hold of it, bowed and started to gnaw, it looked so unpleasant, but why should I be so cruel to write all those things here for you, So let me not go far.
The scene of the mere figure stood to cause a pain in me. It impaired my thought and hunted my dreams, not really a hallucination but his feeble image appeared repeatedly in my mind, that remained for more than a week, so I was often afraid, but left it just within myself.
Now when that thought have gone and things forgotten, and may be after a month while I was out for shopping in that same place, I saw that same figure emptied of the soul. He was swollen and looked healthy; his hair has loosened and covered his face. His begging pot was empty and turned upside down...."Where his soul be residing now"?. I asked to myself. I remembered that I had given him the bread once, the very thought pinched my heart and now I had just the mournful tears dropping down my cheeks.

(It is not the description of the person in the image)

Waiting at the Sea Shore

I am waiting at the sea shore

Counting the ships that arrives

Hoping you may return

Again into my life.

I am lonely, so lonely

With just a shadow beside

Wait for you till the sunset

And the morning’s next arrive.

Ship across this ocean

Gives hope that it finds you

The heart that departed once ago

Cries again to bind with you.

I look for you in broad daylight

And here in the silvery night

Counting on my footsteps

On every rush of tides………………………….

The Awake Mercy Home- The Home for Destitutes.

“This is my village and here is my home” mutters Velankanni an orphan, living in The Awake Mercy Home, at a remote village called Kanniadi in Dindigul district in Tamilnadu, India. Velankanni is 16, and studies in twelth standard with a dream of becoming a software engineer.

The sun was over our head, myself with my friends, Tshewang, Atiraj (daju), Hem Kumar Adhikari, Ponu Sodharshan and Anish had this joys visit to this Awake Mercy Home, one fine Sunday, where we were joined by mom and dad of my friend Divya from Kerala and in fact they were our guides to that place.

This was sure a dream comes true to me, as I always wished to visit it, ever since I heard it from my friend Divya.

Awake Mercy home is a home for the orphan and poor children and even some old people had found a safe living room there. Started 10 years ago by N. Krishna Moorthy, who himself had married an orphan lady had taken this noble act to provide and safeguard the poor children of god.

It’s a safe haven for 32 orphans and poor children from in and around Dindigul district; it provides no less comfort to these children than being on the mother’s lap.

With a comfortable concrete building with serene beauty of the green village, with bed rooms, TV room, study and prayer rooms. Children of various age groups and standards from classes four to degree stay there, sharing the joys of being in that glorious family of Awake.

Beside the daily study hours and various recreational for the little children they are also groomed with spiritual practices, such as prayers and yoga.

What keep these children unique from the rest are their smile, discipline and diligence gaze. You shall be greeted with smile and welcome note as you enter the gate and you feel them not less than your own sons and daughters.

Their smile and those soft voices share both their pains and joys of being born in this world. The little children who have lost the care of their parents and brothers and sisters have found a house here. The hardness of life and pain of being orphan although couldn’t be forgotten but as well cannot beat the lighting hopes of these children, their smile wipes their tears and their laughter closes their cries, which the simple gaze over their brilliant eyes forecasts the hope for their brighter hope and glory of life.

How lovely those children are, I find no suitable word to write it down, and sure, they would one day be a missionaries to carry and furnish the world with love and compassion and light the world.

AWAKE MERCY HOME

(The Home for Destitutes)

3/2/69, 3^rd Ward, K. Maniyakaranpatti, Kanniadi (PO)

Dindigul Dt. 624705, Tamilnadu, South India

They share their own story

“I heard several fire broke-out and they been compensated and land kidus granted to many landless people elsewhere, but here nothing such came to us, may be the government has no lands left to compensate us” she smiles sitting on the muddy veranda of her hut, and pour pain over her saying “But we’ll have no land specially paddy fields for our sons, I am just worried about it”,

If you walk up that white road lining up to the Tintalay mining, you would notice hundreds of acres of land captured by the Jitti river, digging ditches everywhere throughout the fertile paddy fields, where tons of rice grew once upon a time is now a barren dried river beds.

And what is so panic is that the river is pulling the village every year towards it. Walk up along and you could see the sinking, undulation and flutter created by the pull of the river.

Many villagers have lost their paddy fields and the river is threatening by eroding the fragile land and if it continues we’ll one day speak that once there was a beautiful village.

People are thankful to government that at least the Ministry of Agriculture tried planting trees to strengthen the sliding land, but it has all gone in vain as everything was washed away during that summer.

The swollen river during summer never gives the calm sleep to the people just as how elephants keep them awake when the paddy becomes ready to harvest.

If not looked immediately, hundreds of people will be without land especially paddy fields and houseless. “What more can we do now, it’s clearly visible to everyone who passes this way, we have offered and every day offering our prayer, we have no wealth and strength to block the river, may god saves us” is the only word you hear if you ask them.