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Family | Archanakavi

The power of touch…

17 Comments | This entry was posted on Nov 20 2013

This blog am trying to share something beautiful but words are taking their time… Hope I do justice to my feelings…

So here it is…

Pa had recently visited a centre for people with multiple disabilities named John Paul 2 peace home  and was super excited to take me there. So we decided to keep it for this Sunday.

After the morning mass, Pa, my two cousins and I got into the car and left for Trichur.

Its not that we haven’t gone to such places but this time I really didn’t know what to expect as my pa kept on saying “This place is different…”
Like how I talk about my films… lol

The two hours in the car I was blank. We had random discussions but I was sleepy and tired as I slept late the previous night.

When we reached, the place was silent and neat. I saw a stone which read that it was inaugurated by John Paul during his visits to Kerala in 1986… wow! I wasn’t even born then…

As I walked in, my steps became smaller… I looked around to make sure my folks were with me… though I smiled, it was a made up one… my body language and thoughts just made me feel small of myself… thankfully it was a conflict within… I was scared if they would hurt me and wondered how I would go through this, we didn’t even finish the first room!

I looked around and saw my pa shaking hands and talking to them as if he knew them forever..  Quietly I asked a sister around, will they get violent? , with a smile she said, “No, they don’t even know what is happening to them. The noise they are making is because they are happy to see you. All they want is care.” With that she took a cloth and wiped the face of a child which was covered with his saliva.

With much effort I decided to follow her… I touched his face and he looked at me. The look that lasted for more than 2 minutes. No other form of communication is as universally understood as a touch. It soothes one’s anxieties,  in this case it was mine… It allowed the final hold I had to drop and allowed my heart to open up… . seemed as if he was trying to tell me something. I could have sat there the whole day… looking into those eyes… but pa called me, lets go to the next room…

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As I walked away I was thinking why was I fighting the force between that person and me? Like my friend once said at the end of the day, its ashes to ashes…

Hmm… Some people there were born like that and some because of some accident that made them cripple for life. Each one having a sad story but the faces all lit up.  As I passed each one there was a joy which was beyond words.

From there we went to grace home, a research and rehabilitation center for HIVs.
I was welcomed by cute little ones… but usually when I visit kids they just jump all over you but here I saw shy, reluctant kids… but it took just two minutes for us to sink… same age you see ;)

We danced…sang songs…

And with that I came back to Cochin…

I don’t think my one day spent with them has contributed much to their lives but I have re learned the power of touch, a smile, a warm hug… it surely turns your life around…

Posting few pics here…

the lady with the divine grace

the lady with the divine grace

writer dude :)

writer dude :)

 

the pretty nightingale

the pretty nightingale

 

For all those who want to visit:

Pope John Paul Peace home

Peringandoor

Trichur 680581

Ph no 0487-2200206

 

With lots of love

Archana Kavi

PS: They have send a big warm hug to all my beautiful readers…. :)

 

 

Hii all !!

45 Comments | This entry was posted on Jan 23 2010

Am kavi, archana kavi! ;)  (Cheesy right? This is the first time am doing something like this so please put up with me)

Am born to two most wonderful people in the whole world! My family’s a weird combination of four! Lemme introduce you to them

To start with, my exemplar- my father; Mr. Jose Kavi, a tension free person, he is more than a father to me and my brother… A friend, a guide, a true role model… he is a journalist and from there I got this media craze…

Next comes the lady of the house- my mom; Mrs. Rosamma Jose, just opposite to my dad… (The funny part is that her family calls her lossy, out of affection!!) She is…. a normal mother, worries, cares, a person who believes that the whole world’s problem is on her shoulder… a sweetheart… she is a nursing superintendent, hence our health department is taken care by her…

The only thing she has to ask me is who-when-whats and the worst part is that my brother doesn’t have to go through her probing…

And ya how can I forget my brother ashish kavi- the only man in my life (coz he doesn’t let others come in… hmph!) he’s just 1.5  years older but acts like my grandfather…  we were in the same school – St. Xavier’s Delhi! now he is doing his MBA in Nagpur… I always wanted to be like my brother, for me he is prefect…