The story I share however, is about the three ladies, I term as the Methodist church KKK clan. They were three sisters, and each of their names began with the letter K: there was Kumud, Kamal and K. They were tall, beautiful, fair in complexion as we say in India and devoted members of the women's group. These ladies however, also ran that church like their own private club. Their voices were heard through their gossip, their voices were heard through the Pastor and their voices were heard through the bulletin. However, none of what I heard was ever pretty or to be cherished. I don't think anyone was spared from their gossiping tongues. Mum would share stories with me, when I was a young girl and having to attend MYF myself (methodist youth fellowship) of the women who bullied her. She would recount trips they took to the Nasrapur Retreat Center on the bus, and the women teasing her about her looks, her manners, and later her marriage. None of these ladies ever got married.
This mysterious donor had sent me a significant amount of money and even felt he needed to remain anonymous, until I pleaded with him to reveal himself, and his purpose. And man, was I in for a surprise and for visits of ghosts from the past. He was married into this KKK clan he said. This family robbed him of his dignity and finances, but they also left him with many stories about our family. This clan, the KKK, had told him how my cousin sister had gone against the church and married a Hindu man. They told him, how I had married an American man to get into America, and I had divorced him as well. There were ever so many stories, and as he was telling them to me, I looked up at the picture of my mother in my office and said, mum you were right all along, and I am sorry for all they did to you. They are carrying on the legacy mom and doing the same thing to me. This man made me laugh, shone the light on evil, and encouraged me to believe in hope for a better and brighter future, just as he had found.
Now I want to talk about my mother the other K, that didn't belong to that club or any click: Kamala. Kamala was beautiful from the inside and out. She loved her church, men, women and children. She donated a beautiful new van to the Nasrapur Retreat Center, and she never failed to love despite the hate from the many who resented her outspokenness, her wealth, and her beauty. As I am learning from my mother's hindu lineage, that we as Indian Christians have strayed in our understanding of spirituality and have to turn back to our roots.