Sorry I haven't posted for a while, the Internet has been down for over a week. Two new volunteers have come from Australia and so I'm once more living in the office.
As the title suggests I am quickly coming up on the end of my Indian sojourn. In less than two weeks I will return to Canada. I'm looking forward to seeing all the people I love, and many of the beautiful features of my home. Living inland, in a flat country, and a smoggy city has really given me appreciation for the abundant natural beauties of my home. I'm dying to see a sky full of stars and hear the sound of the tide crashing against the beach.
On the other hand I'm sure there are many things I'll miss about India, from the exotic trees, to the wonderful people I've met, and the incredible job I've had. I'll probably even miss the thin layer of dust and dirt that seems to cover everything. One thing about India, at least from the perspective of an outsider, is that everything seems to have some story to tell. From the scars on the streets dogs, to the pink-painted feet of a young woman, the bright laundry hanging over a decrepit brick building and the spider-web of wrinkles on an old man's face. Perhaps its only that I'm so ill acquainted with the stories of this place, perhaps and Indian coming to Canada would feel the same way. But you also get the sense that the harshness of poverty, the dangers and extremes of life here give everything a gritty reality, and a story-like depth that is lacking in the western world.
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