The way we look at women and treat them in our country has always been a paradox. On one hand we venerate them and worship them. Look around us – we see goddesses being worshiped; we call our nation – ‘mother’ India; the sages say, take advice from your ‘mother’; more often than not, when we are in danger, the words on our lips are ‘my mother’; Christians have a special place for Mother Mary. Yet what puzzles me is this – we are not averse to killing those little ones who would have one day grown up to become mothers.
From a Railway Platform to the Altar: Abandoned Child Becomes a Priest
Twenty-eight years ago, a frightened five-year-old boy was found alone at Shoranur railway station. He had no memory of his parents or a family to
