Rama shook her head. God? Is that you? Are you here?
I’m always with you. Listen to your heart. Follow your destiny. And don’t worry. If I look after the sparrows, I’ll certainly take care of you.
Rama inhaled deeply until she thought her lungs would burst and slowly let the air out.
Very well. I’ll do it. She’d build the school, and give the students Bibles. I’ll do my part; the rest is up to you.
Rama listened for an answer, but heard only the wind blowing past her as the vessel cut through the water.
Stars began to appear. As she often did, Rama looked for one her brother Srinivas might have watched.
“Srinivas, what if I fail?”
Click Follow to receive emails when this author adds content on Bublish