brainstorm
reflections on mother teresa's home where i went for the first time today.
- i sometimes feel sad for the people living on the street in pune.
- i haven't been as scared as i was when i walked in to that institution in a long time.
- i have never before felt like a mentally challenged person has had complete psychological control over me. i did today.
- i wanted to cry.
- i was physically held down by a woman, and i could not shake her off. she was too strong.
- i was scared. i wanted to run away.
- i saw hatred in the eyes of this girl. she grabbed my hand, looked me in the eyes and started screaming, chanting. she was tied to the bed by her foot.
- i turned around, and on the other bed lay a boy. he did not have a rope tied to the bed and his foot. he had his whole body tied down - from his physical inability to move. but there was a big fat smile on his face.
he filled the whole home with his positivity. thank god.
posted by Sofie at 7:42 AM
1 Comments:
Well, i agree with you, mother theresa shocked me as hell, everytime i went, something new would happen. I remember this little kid, perfectly healthy, called Aakash whose mom was an intern of mother theresas and had recently died... He did not understand anything. He just stood there, playing with a smile on his face. So horribly painful that you wouldnt feel it. But the moment i stepped out that place i felt soo good...
8:13 AM
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