The language..

I visited a home for special children 2 weeks ago. It was just a visit to donate some eatables and come back home.

It was a place that housed 30 differently abled girls managed by nuns. I walked to common hall and saw a sister helping an elderly woman whose tongue hung outside her mouth. 

I turned around to walk outside as I dint want to barge into their rooms uninvited. I found a girl of about 13 years of age who did not know what was going on. She simply giggled always. Then there was another one who was keen to see new people, she quietly and quizzically followed them. 

There were one who some cluelessly looking at the sky. One who wanted to say something but words just got blurted out in a manner no one understood. One who played with her hair, one who stared without reason.

There was a two year old girl in the hands of one of the nuns. "What's her name?" I asked sister. "Swetha" sister replied.  "Hi swetha" I waved at the girl and she smiled. 

Even before I could say something else, she hopped and jumped towards me. As I held her in my arms, she looked at me quizzically, then smiled and then gave me a flying kiss. 

She then turned to sister and gestured that she would go with me. Everyone was surprised as the girl happily pulled one more of her companions by the hand and waved everyone meaning the two would be leaving with me. 

Despite many attempts by the three nuns who stood there, swetha refused to go back. She enjoyed being in my arms as I reckon Cherith loved. Her gleaming eyes and sparkling smile melted my heart.

She held on to me so tight that it felt as if I was her mother and she met me after being lost. The feeling was simply inexplicable. 

The sisters finally took swetha back as she made faces and still continued to blow flying kisses at me. I smiled back and promised to come to meet her again. 

That girl, being so little gave me the so much joy. It's strange how a meeting of a few minutes could be so impactful.

I walked back with a smiling face, ecstatic mind and overwhelmed soul. It reminded me of the words I read somewhere when in school 'The language of humanity knows no religion"

I do not know where shwetha came from, I dont know her condition, I dont know her progress or anything else about her. All I know is that she is one girl I would never forget because she made me feel alive. 

That short encounter filled me with so much unconditional love that I am bound to go back and meet her whenever I can.

We have all forgotten the feeling of pure love that comes only from the heart, not from need. 

I would like to tell you to visit and orphanage or an old age home and spend sometime with them. It is ok if you do not take anything along. There are many who come, donate things and leave. There are very few who give them the most precious gift, time. 

Many tell us to look at the unprivileged ones for us to realize how fortunate we are. I would say being around such special people decodes the true self that is within us. It lightens our burdened brains and lightens our dark lives. 

You will return with an amazing feeling you never thought could be for real. That is something each one of us should experience atleast once before we totally die. 

CHEERS!

GOD BLESS!!

CHS