Wayanad District

By Paola Gadala-Maria,

I arrived to the Wayanad district roughly four days late and was wondering how it would be like adjusting to the community and environment. Within minutes of arriving at the Profugo house, I stepped outside and a woman was smiling at me. Bindhu was in the kitchen and saw that I was a new person in the group. She immediately comes up to me with a warm smile and just hugs me. No questions asked, no explanations needed. This was the first impression of the Prashathagiri community that I received. I immediately felt welcomed and loved from the moment I arrived. The love and hospitality coming from Bindhu surpassed any language barrier or discomfort upon arrival. She saw a new a face, a new being, and took her in.