The smells that drift through the window are amazing. Everywhere smells like indian spices. Although there are some places that smell like cow feces and compost... All day long I can here people’s chants echoing through towns. Multiple people at a time will be chanting from different parts of the village making it sounds like i’m in a singing bowl.
Raj Kumal is the kindest man who cooks our meals for us. He prepares the most delicious food that sends drafts through the window for hours. There is so much love expressed between people. No one bothers to worry or stress, and instead they stay aware. and understand others in such an intimate way.
I remember My sister and I talking with our close friend about being homesick. We were saying that it only becomes prominent when your doing things that are no longer interesting to you. I don't see any boredom in the time that I will be here. There is no doubt I will keep busy, at least with my thoughts if not activities, observation and absolute awe.
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