Much of our time in and around Delhi was spent meeting locals and visiting missions that provided care or medications in clinics, rural hospitals; and orphanages. While they all noticed us (three young and fair skinned ladies, including two with gorgeous blonde hair!), a few in particular made impressions on me:
All the beautiful women with little money who dress in colour and are so proud of their children;
The mother who visited the local clinic, saw us, left, and returned with her newborn for us to hold;
The children from the rice growing community who sang and performed for us;
The boys finding any spare patch of dust to play cricket in;
This group of English speaking young people who befriended us, made us laugh and feel welcome;
The market sellers who followed and bartered with us;
The children in the orphanages who are looked after with so few resources. Many share their crib with another;
The cherished boys with painted eyes to protect them from evil;
Kara, our Aussie-living-in-Delhi who hosted us, looked after us, taught us (and picked us up from the airport at about 4:30am!);
The homeless mum, just hours from death, and her toddler at the train station.
