We ran errands one day last week. You know, like when you go to Target? HA HA HA HA HAHAHAHAH! (Imagine that’s a funny laugh that goes on for so long it gets awkward, and then you realize it’s a crazy laugh and maybe you should find your purse and leave.)
Stuff I Witnessed While Running Errands:
- A cluster of men in white, walking down the crowded, Mumbai street CARRYING A DEAD BODY over their heads on a bamboo gurney. (There was a sheet over it, but still.) “Is that…” I stammered. Benson nodded.
- Two children swatting each other on a bridge, laughing. Their free hands are filled with flowers they attempt to sell to passersby. Like a watercooler moment. But not like that at all.
- A man with no arms, knocking his elbow nubs on our car window. I heard the knocking and thought Benson was trying to get my attention. I looked over and gasped when I saw a coffee brown face filling the glass, cloths tied in knots atop his head (and just so we’re clear, not like how I wear hair scarves), just bump bumping away with his elbows.
- Men squatting on the sidewalk weaving bamboo window shades by hand. It’s the same style I have in my home in Houston. So that’s where they begin their life, I think.
- Two mattresses pushed together on top of some boxes under a bridge. Fabric strung on one side for partial privacy.
- A river of garbage. A literal river of garbage.
Life Decisions I Have Made Recently Regarding the Purchase and Consumption of Food:
- I will not purchase Rice Krispies in India. I found a box in a luxury grocery store and kind of shrieked. Like if you’re at the hospital visiting your aunt and you bump into a friend in the hallway who’s visiting someone else and it’s like, “What are YOU doing here?!” I picked up the box and wondered how those poor Rice Krispie men are faring in this bustling land. Then I checked the price and saw that they were twelve dollars (somebody’s gotten a bit uppity, haven’t they?).
- I will continue to spend exorbitant amounts of rupees on good avocados when I find them, which isn’t often. I snatched one up last week though at that same store with the cereal. I stretched it to five meals and each time I take a bite I feel like a king. I told one of my neighbors about how good it was when I saw her at the gym today. She sat on a mat, stretching to touch her toes. “What does an avocado taste like?” she asked. “Like a pineapple?” I shook my head in pity and told her that the next time I buy an avocado, I’ll have her over so she can taste it.
- I will not pretend to enjoy traditional Indian sweets anymore. I WILL NOT. I feel really good about this decision. Sunday after church this guy tried pushing some orange sticky ball sweets on me three times and I just kept shaking my head. I will live here. I will be kind. I will worship Jesus. But I will not eat Indian sweets. They’re gross and I hate them.
- Three men showed up at our apartment and fixed our leak!
- Monsoon rains are fading. For the past few days there’s been more sunshine than clouds.
- I started taking a pilates class. I really don’t get it at all, but the people are nice, so I guess I’ll keep going.
Scenes from the week: