What first strikes me when I arrive is the tight knit social structure of this particular village. Everyone seems to be one big family. More than just knowing everyone else's business, they outwardly care for each other. The first thing that happens when I get off my motorcycle is that I am guided to meet one of the handicapped children. She looks to be a girl of 10 or so, but I learn that her growth was stunted at birth. Then another mother brings her handicapped child to meet me. We spend 20 minutes getting to know each other. This feeling of being welcomed and included into a large family is the tenor of the day's feeding for me.
On this Monday there are about 220 children. They are in great spirits. Everyone is so well behaved. The children are respectful and helpful and the food of puri, vegetable curry, and a banana is so appreciated. The bananas are the real treat. The children play games with the servers, acting as if they didn’t get a banana, to get a second one. I have never seen such an act succeed, but I know that I will see this act replayed again and again at every feeding I attend.