Introduction
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As I began my theological studies,
in the Regional Theological Centre( RTC), Anekal, Bangalore, I was assigned for my ministry to Gowrenahalli.
As part of my studies, I stayed in the village for a month visiting the people,
listening to their painful stories and learning their life. As I was moving
from house to house, one thing that I noticed, that behind every person I
encountered there was a story of tears and there were dreams unfulfilled. Being oppressed in various ways, these people
had oceans of pain, which they could hardly share with anyone. The heart
touching lives of people had an impact on my deeper self within. At the end of
every meeting, as a habit, I used to encourage them saying, “Do not be worried.
Do not lose hope. A time will come when your troubles will be away”
On a Tuesday afternoon, amidst the
scorching sun, I reached the house of poor Gowramma. In her late 60’s Gowramma welcomed me with a
smile to her little hut. Gowramma opened the pages of her life, as the conversation
found a deeper tone. Years ago, her husband had passed away. Amidst the extreme
poverty Gowramma managed to get two of the three daughters married. Presently
she was with her last daughter.
