He is ten and his mother labours for me. What is the child’s name. he says, pointing to a picture. Sita, I lie. He threw both arms into the air as he cried out aloud, amchi Devi amchi Devi. We Catholics need to appreciate that these everyday feeling are very prevalent and not to read politics and passion into many of the scenes that unfold on the nation’s stage today. > > > > > > > > > > >
