I meant to blog a couple of days ago but my head was still reeling from the fun we had at St. Anthony’s home for girls, Verna. My husband and I are helping one of our close friends Ronsley (as mentioned in an earlier blog) on a project wherein he’s trying to reach out to as many children as possible and helping them with one good meal, once a week. Excited about the day, we set out to pick up the food and head out towards our destination. The drive seemed to take forever, weaving our way through the vehicles on the street, dodging an occasional reckless driver, we reached St. Anthony’s home on the dot of 12:30 p.m. Expecting to see a newly constructed ground plus one, I was pleasantly surprised to see a sprawling, old Portuguese styled ancestral house.
We were greeted so warmly and hospitably that we did not feel like we were going there for the first time. Everything about the majestic bungalow was appealing, from the entrance, to the well maintained garden right down to the walk indoors to the dining area. I fell in love with the house, the rooms, everything was bright, airy and friendly. The nuns in charge seemed like they rarely had company and were just overflowing with stories about the house, about their lives, about the girls they take care of, about their lives. I was speechless at the love the nuns had for these girls, the sacrifices and all done with no complaints. This is compassion, this is humanity that we have forgotten while being so wrapped up in our hectic lives. What we see here is real.
I could feel my heart pounding against my rib cage when I heard the girls enter. They lined up to greet us and we greeted them back. They told us their names but there were so many it was hard to remember all of them. I know their beautiful, radiant faces. I will never forget the way their eyes lit up when they saw the food. A simple meal like egg curry and rice could bring so many smiles.
Sister Clara coaxed them to sing a song. After a few minutes of discussing they line up and begin to belt out “Joy to the world” since it is close to Christmas one of the girls explained with a blissful smile. I joined them in singing. They went on to singing a Konkani Carol and a Hindi song. Their voices were clear. The pitch was unfaltering. It was clear they enjoyed singing. A few of the younger ones kept getting distracted by the food, one could hardly blame them for that. The enticing aroma permeated the air, crept through our nostrils and tortured our senses that made the pangs of hunger almost unbearable. Then sister Clara stopped the singing and told the girls to serve. An excited murmur floated to our ears as they clambered, quite orderly, to line up to be served.
We watched them eat enthusiastically, smiles on their faces.We were glad to be a part of this. We sat down at the table with them after serving ourselves. We started getting acquainted with them. They were a little shy and that is understandable. They were not used to having new people around. I daresay I was a little shy too; like I am around new people. The girls rushed through their meal, enjoying every morsel of it. It was a real joy to watch them. After a little small talk and a hurried meal the first batch of girls rushed off to school. Barely did they go did the second batch enter. Still clad in their uniforms they washed their hands and sat down at the table to share a meal with us. The second batch of girls who came in were younger and a little less shy. A few of them spoke very eloquently. We were very impressed. They were fluent in Konkani, Hindi and English.
The little ones finished their meal and disappeared. We chatted with the nuns. Sister Clara was very enthusiastic about us seeing the entire place, so we got an excellent guided tour. We were very impressed at the way the house was maintained. We saw the backyard, the storerooms, the “room beneath the stairs” and we ended up in the girls’ playroom/ study room. The girls were supposed to have been asleep since it was their nap time. They were all wide awake and full of energy. They were busy making tents out of their blankets and bed covers. I walked over to them and asked them what they were up to and they explained to me in impeccable Grammatically correct English that they were making a tent for the dolls. After looking around the room, I asked them where the dolls were. One of the girls lifted a bed sheet high enough to let me peep in. I saw a Barbie and two small dolls laid neatly on a pale green kerchief that had Noddy and Big Ears all over it. I then stated the obvious and pointed out to the girls that there were just three dolls and so many of them. One of the older girls smiled at me and nodded saying that they share the dolls among themselves. They told me they take it in turns to play with the dolls.
This was followed by a really nice photo-session with the dolls as main models. The girls were fascinated with the camera. They wanted to keep posing for pictures but unfortunately the batteries got drained and we ran out of time. From having planned to stay there for just a couple of hours, we hung around for four hours. We enjoyed every single minute of it so we can’t really complain.
As we headed to the door Sister Clara spoke about the house and how it came into their possession. The house had belonged to an affluent family in the area and that was very evident by the size of the plot, the built up area and the antique furniture that was still there. All the little pieces of history under one roof left me spellbound. I wanted to explore every nook and corner of the over-a-century-old house. Sister Alaine was more interested in how to restore and save the carving, what to do with the panes and how could one replace the shell window panes, what could be done with the termite-damaged window frames. My husband and I were more than happy to help with suggestions.
The nuns invited us to visit as often as we chose with or without food it didn’t matter. I reckon all they seemed like they wanted was someone to listen to them and their stories. We promised them we would go visit them soon. The girls had won our hearts. I for one cannot wait to go back and maybe teach them a little piano and some new songs.
I did learn some very valuable lessons again just watching the little ones.
- The girls may not have a family but they know how to love.
- They take great joy in sharing the little that they have.
- They may not have parents or a proper family or a home to go to but they are real people with real dreams, just like you and me.
- Respect the food that’s put down before you and don’t leave a single grain of rice, someone has worked hard to put the meal down before you and this might be the only thing you eat in a while.
- We should learn to be happy with whatever we have irrespective of whether it’s a little or a lot because someone out there is wishing for a quarter of what we have.
- Things that we take for granted like proper clothes, toys, shoes, food, family, someone out there will be happy with any one of these things.
- If you have a meal put before you, do not waste it because someone out there is wishing for a meal just like this one.
- There are joys and blessings all around us but we are so self-absorbed most of the time that we fail to see it.
- We are unhappy because of the things we don’t have that we ignore the good things staring at us in the face.
On this happy note, I hope these trips shape me and make me a better person. I’m not saying that I’m a bad person but I know I can be far better than I am.
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