In the last entry, I wrote that Megha, a young developmentally disabled girl who I met and became close to while working at Daya Dan, had died..leaving behind her brother , who also lives there.
I tried to call Daya Dan many times, but it turns out the phone line is broken. Who knows when it will be fixed.
Such are the daily frustrations of life in India. People there deal with many problems every day which here would be solved in an hour or two but there take forever to resolve. Efficiency is not a priority and would be impossible.
I hardly slept last night. I spent part of the night talikng to a close friend, telling him that I am continually incredulous how deeply attached I am to the kids there and how sad I am that there is little I can do for them from all the way over here. I just never thought that I would grow so much in love and compassion.
It is very humbling.
I went into my coffeeshop this morning and almost began to cry. The world I am in seems very far away from where my thoughts are this morning.
Later on in the morning, I went to a local newstand and discovered that the owner had been reading my blog for years! And everything she said was so supportive and lovely. It really grounded me in the midst of what sometmes feels like treading water and at other times feels like I’m on the mountaintop.
For those of you I contacted that knew the little girl, I will try to find out thru various other sources what Mongol’s state of mind is. I’ll keep you posted.
In the meantime, pray.
And for Megha, where ever you are, you made a huge difference in my life. Thankyou.