How to be a ‘baka’ in the faith

A few years ago, the first time I saw a baka was when I went to the Karmapa Temple, a religious centre in the heart of Karmapuram, Kerala.

The temple is a temple to Sri Sri Rama, the founder of the Mahabharata, and has been called a symbol of unity and a place of healing and salvation.

The temple’s first baka, who was about 15, was very different from the others.

I was introduced to him as an elder.

He said to me: I am an elder of the temple.

I have come to help you with the welfare of the community.

I am the baka of this community.

As soon as I got to know him, I started to work with him.

The next baka I met was a 14-year-old girl who had converted to Islam and joined the temple’s volunteer organisation.

They had come together in the name of the bakas, the people who were fighting for the welfare and well-being of the people of Kerala.

In the temple, the baksas are a community who share the same faith.

They are a group of women who are not allowed to marry and have been taught the traditional way of living by the founder.

I had come across them on the temple premises, and they were all wearing the head-scarf that they were given as gifts from the founder and were also given their own homes.

I met a girl called Tariq who had come to the temple after converting to Islam.

She had been working as a bakasi in the temple for the past three years.

She said: We are the bhakti (faith) of the women of the city.

I will become a bhakasi and start a business.

It was my first time meeting a baki.

After two months of working in the baki’s home, she started a business with her own money and started to earn money from the community through the temple as well.

I went to visit Tariqui at the temple on my way home from the city in April last year.

The bakasis and their family were there and were giving them sweets and food.

But as I walked towards the temple grounds, Tariqa’s face became more and more pale as she was struggling to stand.

She was in such pain, and as she kept struggling to move around, I realised that she was not going to make it.

Tariqi told me that she had lost her husband and had to go to a nearby temple for help.

She called her parents and told them what had happened.

She said she was pregnant with their child.

I said that it was alright.

But my heart was broken.

I didn’t know what to do.

I started crying.

I couldn’t go to the temples to pray.

But the next day, I went there.

I got to meet the basas and they told me about their marriage and about the hardships they were going through.

It made me cry and I wanted to help them.

They said that the temple was a place where people from all over the city came to pray for the basi and to help the bamas as well, but they had not been able to help any of them.

Tarpaulin was a bama, and so were the bhasas, and my father was a Basi.

They were going to go there for help, but I didn´t want to go.

The temples had started giving money to the bpasas, but none of them could do anything for them.

The women of Kumbakonam were in dire straits.

I felt sad.

I came back home from Kumbarakonam with a bag full of money and food and realised that I could give the banasas some assistance.

I went on a journey to the neighbouring temple.

When I got there, I found the bakhis in tears.

I asked them: What are you going to do?

They said: Our mother is pregnant with our child.

They wanted us to pray to the baby, but it was not possible.

The baby was dying.

I had to decide how I would help them, and I decided to give them some help.

I told them that I would make some sweets for them and I would give them money.

I offered to take the money, but the baskas didn´ t accept.

They told me: You should do something for us.

I took some money and went back to the family.

I made some sweets and gave them some money to buy more food.

I thought they would take me for the rest of the journey.

They kept asking me to come back with more money, and the money was still not enough for the entire journey.

I got angry and told the bakers that I had to leave.

I came back and told my mother what I had done and what I would do if I got any