I’m writing this in Varanasi a few days before we leave, and as happy as I am to come home, I know I’m going to cry when we go. This has been the most powerful experience of our lives and while I can’t imagine returning,I know I’ll come back again and again in my mind.
I’ve come away from this trip with a broader world view and less tolerance for our self-indulgence and what we consider to be problems in our first world. We think we’ve got problems? These people REALLY have problems.
My mind is full of everything we saw and experienced and I’ll continue to share them in the coming weeks. But for now, here are a few that stand out tonight:
Very clear communication, don’t you think?
Student uniforms were the nicest clothes we saw on kids. Usually, they were dressed in filthy rags. It was heartbreaking.
These are actually ancient carvings of earring styles. Maybe a catalog?
Some old art in stone looked contemporary, like this one. So many lovely ancient things to see.
Workers seemed to rest whenever they needed to. And wherever.
Cute, right? This was actually taken through the front window of our bus and was a standoff. I can’t believe we didn’t see anyone dead on the road. And no dead animals, either. A driver who hits a cow must go to a temple and do penance.
This is not Santa Claus. A float in a religious parade at Pushkar. Note the marigolds.
Everyone is so industrious.
The only person with eyewear I saw. Seriously.
Pushkar Camel Fair had an old-timey midway, complete with ferris wheel.
As these women wave goodbye to us on our way out of Pushkar, we also wave goodbye today and wing our way home.
We’ll never forget you, Mother India. Ever.
And I have many, many more posts to come. Many.