She would befriend anyone and everyone on the streets. She would have a constant influx of 5-10 “friendly strangers” visiting her house in Nagpur, India, whom she’d met at the church, in low-income neighborhoods, at shops, etc.
You’d always find her laughing, joking, and full of life.
She was cut from the same cloth as Mother Theresa.
She would invite her new found “friends” over to visit, and she’d support them as if they were her own kids and grand kids.
They would have movie nights, play card games together, chit-chat, and she would often pay for their education without telling us about it.
These friends lovingly called her Baby Aunty or nani (grandma). After losing my grandfather in 2000, they gave her a sense of belonging and community.
Needless to say, I was incredibly close to her growing up, and visited her every 1-2 years in Nagpur.
Whenever I visited, her friends would turn into my friends, too.