THE STORY OF THE LITTLE NUN 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 6

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𝓦𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓙 𝓼𝓶𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓗𝓲𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮...
I woke up with a smile on my lips, yes this was what I was waiting for. We had to go to the village for mass on every Sunday. It was a sunday in fact and I was thrilled to see the village and the people. We travelled a long way to the village that was situated in the midst of the forest. Every single sight of the nut- brown forest filled me with excitement.
Reaching our destination we got down at a village road close to the church.
The first sight of the village brought mixed feelings of thrill and pity. I was thrilled of course, since I've always dreamt of being in such a place like this. I didn't know why, but I felt so much at home there, as if I had come to my own place of birth and to my people. I felt I belonged there for some reason. At the same time I felt pity for the people and I was disturbed to see their struggles in the village.
           We were welcomed by the people with a bouquet of wild but beautiful flowers. They wanted to wash our feet as a gesture of courtesy but we didn't allow them since we felt embarressed. I couldn't let them do it. Some of them had my mother's age. How could I possibly let my mom do such a thing for me? Even if it was not for the age I wouldn't let them do it. When they insisted on doing the custom, we let them wash our hands instead.
        Soon the mass began with loud singing and noises of the instruments of their tribal community. I could sing some of the hymns since I had learned them from a brother from Jharkhand back in my novitiate. They were quite impressed and happy that I was able join in their singing. So they brought me a book in Sadri. I could read them since the writings were similar to that of Hindi.
     After the mass all gathered in the courtyard of the village church and divided the offerings among the people. So that all had something to feed on. No one starved there. They all cared for one another. I was ashamed of myself seeing them bring the little they have as an offering to share with their needy brothers and sisters. All of them had something or the other to contribute while I stood empty handed. 
We visited some of the houses close to the church and all of them welcomed us with a smile on their face... They had very little to live on but they were rich with contentment.
We waved them goodbyes and left them promising to meet the next week. As we drove passed the village, the damp soil's strong smell pierced through my nose and I could smell the Shepherd's sweat among His people. 

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