A definite role played by a human being from your past who made you feel the essence of life., when you you were raw in the world…
FATHER SAM
Blessed was the day when he found me at a missionary camp. He then brought me to his church, that night,the years infertile jasmine plant on his church ground blossomed. So how I was named!! …
after the church sessions , he would introduce me to few families so that I get one. But as I grew up , we were so bonded that he never wanted to give up on me, we were happy . I remember when I was around three, a christian couple wanted to adopt me,but he refused.
And when he took me out in the evening , I used to demand outside food, how we used to get one plate food and share, and after a bite ,he would take a deep heavy breath and say “I’m full”…he got me fine old dress from the families that attended his church.. and on my birthday ,( that is the day I came to the chruch) we borrowed pressure cooker to bake a cake. No one was invited , only us and few other church people..
Father sam was a true christian , he always found means and funds and contacts which can help benefit others.. he moralized me, he skilled me with values, he never gave any emphasis on religion. One day I asked him “ what is my religion??”He said” religion is a faith where we love our creator , the almighty” . if he wanted me to be a christian, he could have told me that I’m a christian … people sometimes would say that I’m a hindu as the missionaries who found me said so…
Later when it was time for me to go to school , he was worried , he wanted me to join a good school, for a year or so ,he used his money and some church fund to educate me… I went to a good school, found kids way too well-off… after school, he looked after my homework but then I used to end up asking him silly questions like “ why are we poor??” “who are my parents??’... he would talk about some light that will save me, he talked about angels, he feed me divinity…
When he was 55 , he was diagnosed with liver cancer, and that was the time he became serious about my adoption... I was five , after school I went to the hospital , he said a hindu family wants to adopt me, then he reaveled me the fact that I’m a hindu, the missionaries removed the steel ganesha locket (hindu idol) I wore … “religion is a faith ,isnt it father??.. and I have faith in you ”.. I was sent with the family , they treated me good, they had all the wealth, way beyond my imagination… on Sundays I visited father, who was in his few last breath .. he was bald, his eyes bulged and dark circled , his belly swelled up like a pot , he vomitted very frequently… I remember how he tried his best to put up a smile when he saw me.. in his last few words , he sopke to me .he said me to always look for the light, and some day when I find it, I’ll be saved… that very day he died. After the rituals , I realised his absence, I could vision a solitary road I have to walk all by my own…but I certainly found the light that glowed and removed my life’s darkness..
FATHER SAM , the light was you.. YOU saved me..
FATHER SAM
Blessed was the day when he found me at a missionary camp. He then brought me to his church, that night,the years infertile jasmine plant on his church ground blossomed. So how I was named!! …
after the church sessions , he would introduce me to few families so that I get one. But as I grew up , we were so bonded that he never wanted to give up on me, we were happy . I remember when I was around three, a christian couple wanted to adopt me,but he refused.
And when he took me out in the evening , I used to demand outside food, how we used to get one plate food and share, and after a bite ,he would take a deep heavy breath and say “I’m full”…he got me fine old dress from the families that attended his church.. and on my birthday ,( that is the day I came to the chruch) we borrowed pressure cooker to bake a cake. No one was invited , only us and few other church people..
Father sam was a true christian , he always found means and funds and contacts which can help benefit others.. he moralized me, he skilled me with values, he never gave any emphasis on religion. One day I asked him “ what is my religion??”He said” religion is a faith where we love our creator , the almighty” . if he wanted me to be a christian, he could have told me that I’m a christian … people sometimes would say that I’m a hindu as the missionaries who found me said so…
Later when it was time for me to go to school , he was worried , he wanted me to join a good school, for a year or so ,he used his money and some church fund to educate me… I went to a good school, found kids way too well-off… after school, he looked after my homework but then I used to end up asking him silly questions like “ why are we poor??” “who are my parents??’... he would talk about some light that will save me, he talked about angels, he feed me divinity…
When he was 55 , he was diagnosed with liver cancer, and that was the time he became serious about my adoption... I was five , after school I went to the hospital , he said a hindu family wants to adopt me, then he reaveled me the fact that I’m a hindu, the missionaries removed the steel ganesha locket (hindu idol) I wore … “religion is a faith ,isnt it father??.. and I have faith in you ”.. I was sent with the family , they treated me good, they had all the wealth, way beyond my imagination… on Sundays I visited father, who was in his few last breath .. he was bald, his eyes bulged and dark circled , his belly swelled up like a pot , he vomitted very frequently… I remember how he tried his best to put up a smile when he saw me.. in his last few words , he sopke to me .he said me to always look for the light, and some day when I find it, I’ll be saved… that very day he died. After the rituals , I realised his absence, I could vision a solitary road I have to walk all by my own…but I certainly found the light that glowed and removed my life’s darkness..
FATHER SAM , the light was you.. YOU saved me..
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