And for months, on pilgrimage, Sadie kept asking questions:
- What is the meaning of life?
She first met a group of women dressed in colourful saris who, as they sang, accompanied each other with rhythmic blows of hammers, breaking stones and carrying them in baskets on their backs, on the edge of a dusty road. The image of the black goddess did not go unnoticed and they stopped working looking at her as they wiped the sweat from their brow.
- Sisters, what is the meaning of life for you? - Sadie asked them
- What does she say? - they asked each other.
- What do you live for? - Sadie told them, trying to make them better understand the idea that was bothering her.
- What are we living for....? - said a thoughtful woman.
- To sleep with my husband tonight! - a smiling young woman dar
