Colorful. Chaotic. Complicated.

The last few months have been busy, and I have unapologetically failed at blog life. Getting back on track now that I'm home from India and the jet lag has simmered down, here are some letters from the road.
Have you ever had an experience in which nearly every moment left you feeling like it had been a mistake to get involved? Yet when all was said and done, the trip was the right thing to do. It's impossible to describe, really. It was an amazing learning experience, just with plenty of interesting bumps along the way.

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Dear Hotel Delhi37,
When Bonnie and I stepped out of the airport into the smoky chaos of New Dehli in the middle of the night in an unfamiliar country that has a reputation for being somewhat unsafe for women, it was a comfort to know that the hotel reservations had already been smoothly arranged online and paid in advance.
It was slightly less comforting when we called your hotel from the taxi cab for directions and learned that its true location was a half hour away from where it had been mapped, and that even though you had my reservations you did not actually have a room for me to stay in that night.
It was a nice touch that you politely wished me a pleasant evening after informing me that I would (a) be homeless for the night, and (b) not be receiving a refund.

The warmth of that welcome literally brought tears to my eyes,
Sarah

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Dear Hotel Saptagiri Employee,

It was with great relief that we arrived to your hotel, found a vacancy, and booked a room for the night after our change of plans from Hotel Delhi37. We appreciated your help escorting us to the oddly windowless room, and your many words of advice to remind us that women should not be traveling here. I admit I found it terrifying slightly unorthodox when, instead of allowing us to keep our room key, you wordlessly stuffed a piece of paper in the key card activator slot then took our actual key away with you for the night.

Four restless hours later, we awakened to happily realize that we had not been part of the movie plot from Hostel.

 

Thank you for sweet dreams,

Sarah

 

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Dear Sathya Sai Ashram Bookstore,
When we visited this commune idyllic peaceful village founded on Sai Baba's teachings, populated entirely by Sai Baba's believers, decorated on every surface with Sai Baba's pictures, funded by zealous donations to Sai Baba, designed to house all of Sai Baba's pilgrim visitors, with all activities scheduled around Sai Baba's worship services, and all road signs inscribed with various sayings from Sai Baba, I was worried that I might not be able to find any books by/about/dedicated to/obsessing over Sai Baba. What a delight to find your bookstore with 800 square feet of wall-to-wall quality Sai Baba literary masterpieces. Not weird at all.

Enriched by variety,
Sarah

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Dear Indian Toilet Paper Branding Experts,
My concept of desire will never be the same again.

Thank you for this paradigm shift,
Sarah

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Dear Madras Crocodile Sanctuary,
Although I was a bit disappointed that we didn't get to see the particular species of crocodile with wings growing from its skull-base, I was very impressed by the crocodilian biodiversity within your sanctuary, and likewise impressed by the many reminders not to place my hands, feet, or head inside the crocodiles' mouths.

Appreciatively,
Sarah

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Dear Mahabalipuram Shore Temple World Heritage Site,
It was surreal to be able to walk through the grounds of this beautiful structure, in awe at the workmanship, and knowing that the effects of time, weather, and the ocean will likely eventually sweep away any trace of it. To be there at this moment in time and experience this was a memory I will keep forever.
As an aside, when the guidebook mentioned that *one* of the beaches near the Shore Temple is used as an open latrine by the locals, I do kind of wish that it would have also specified *which* beach. If one beach is a relaxing tourist attraction and the other one is a toilet, you just never know when a little detail like that might be important.

Sincerely,
Sarah

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Dear Bodhgaya Mahabodhi (Mahavihara) Temple,
Thank you for my single most colorful, tranquil, beautiful day in India. I wasn't sure what to expect, arriving at the peak of pilgrimage season, but within your walls people were polite, safe, kind, and seemed driven by a deeper cause. I was amazed by the confluence of believers from all over the world, with different languages and backgrounds, serenely coming together here.
As the Buddha holds a significant place within Buddhism and Hinduism, I was impressed to find that the two religions seem to coexist side-by-side here in a fairly unstrained way. I sincerely admire that example.
Can I move in?

Thinking it over,
Sarah

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Dear Lawyers of the Bihar High Court,

We normally do outreach clinics for the poorest people in the city each afternoon. Many of them sleep in rough tents on the streets, cook their food over fires built from burning dried cow manure, trudge through raw sewage to get where they need to go, and subsist for a year on less than you spent on a single pair of shoes. The impoverished, unwashed, uneducated patients at our outreach clinics line up quietly, they move their weak and elderly to the front of the line so that their frail bodies won't have to wait so long, and they thank us for even the smallest gestures like giving them a pair of reading glasses.

We took a day away from them to come serve you instead. When we arrived to do an outreach clinic for your group of High Court Lawyers, I expected that such educated people in charge of establishing law and order would be the very example of civilized manners. What I encountered instead was a horde of self-important men, yelling, mobbing, spitting on the floor, throwing things, elbowing to the front of the pack, pushing your hands through our gated dispensary window to take anything within reach. By the end of the clinic, I had nothing left but exhaustion and disgust.

 

Questioning humanity,

Sarah



 

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Dear Dr. Ajit Sinha,

You are one of the kindest, gentlest men I have ever met in all the world. At 82, you still wake up every day wanting to find a way to serve others. You go to the worst parts of the city to work for the most neglected population you can find.

That Wednesday after outreach clinic in the downtown central slum, you noticed a woman standing at the pharmacy shop window who couldn't pay for her eyedrops. I saw you reach into your own pocket and pay. I saw you insist that she keep the change so that she could have something to eat that night.

I saw what you are trying to do for the world around you, and that was worth the entire trip.

 

Thank you,

Sarah

 

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Dear Man with Bilateral Peters Anomaly in the Eastern Slums of Patna,
Thank you for bringing us your hope and your trust. I can't even find the words to describe how sorry I am that we couldn't help you. I wish you hadn't been born with eyes like yours. I wish an ophthalmologist had found you when you were an infant while your eyes and brain were still learning to see. I wish cornea transplant tissue was readily available in your city. I wish the world were fair. I wish I could stop thinking about you.

I wish it weren't so complicated,
Sarah