Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Blog 017 - Last Day At Ashramshala Until June 10

Day 30 – Tuesday, April 1

Left an hour later today, around 11. Picked up the ice creams on the way and as soon as wet got there the head teacher assembled everyone together on the veranda and we passed them out to the kids. They loved it. So many “thank yous” and of course the smiling faces. We had bought 100 and had just enough. Then the teacher let them all free for fun, so there were frisbees (spinning discs), badmitton birds, jump ropes and of course the football all over the place. Everyone had a really good time. Before long, it was time to say our goodbyes because the next time we see them will be June 10, a full two months. I am really going to miss them till then. The little girl that made one of my bracelets checks my wrist every day to see if I am wearing it; I never take them off. She will be so happy to see me wearing it when she comes back. The long good-bye continues even after we leave the gate. The boys climb over bricks and scale the wall shouting good-byes and waving. Naroda has become a home to Nora and I. There is a chance when the new session starts we will start living out there several days a week to avoid the long commute. Nora wants to sleep up on the roof with the girls and I would live in the dormitory with the boys. I think we will have to take turns on the roof because this area should be pitch black at night with nothing but stars in wide open sky. On the consistently clear nights, this must be an amazing site.

I have to go pick up my shirts in old city on the way home, so we take a ricksha. Taking a ricksa from Naroda might not have been the wisest thing to do. Naroda is outside the Ahmedabad limits, so the driver got lost more than a dozen times, but he never gave up until we found the shop. We decided to keep him, so he waited while I went in to make payment and pick up the items. For being patient, we used him to take us on further to Gandhi Ashram. I gave him 250 rupees, much more than I would normally have; but he had to go way back to his home area of Naraoda, and he was patient with me, so why not.

I go use some wifi at Manav Sadhna. Talked to VerranBai – he mentioned that all the volunteers were invited over to his house tonight dinner. That works out great because I am tired and don't feel like cooking, plus now I won't have to volunteer with Seva Cafe. Becky had talked to me earlier about this and I am meeting her at her place around 6 and we will go together. I go home a little after 4 and sit in the chair and close my eyes; didn't take long before I dozed off. Each day the weather continues to get hotter. Today it was around 41 or 42 (that's around 100F). Today that sun was beating down; you can feel the piercing rays cut through your skin. Sitting in the ricksha with my foot hanging halfway out, it was taking the rays directly. The top of my foot is already sunburn, or should I say brown, following the pattern of my sandals.

I wake up around 5:30 and take a shower before heading over to Becky's place. I meet her daughter, Helen, who is visiting for about week. She is a much younger version of her mother. Very Australian; tall, thin, around 22, blonde, very pretty. This is her third time visiting in India. We chat a bit before heading out to VerranBai's place. I have no idea where we are headed but we arrive in about 15 minutes. It's a nice home in a nice neighborhood Nice veranda, nice porches in back. They call the meal they are making tonight “Mexican” - but it turns out to be more a vegetarian “Tex-Mex” and I am pretty impressed; it tastes really good. His salsa could compare to any good salsa I've ever had in Texas. It's a good night; I had met some of the people before, but not all. Not all are Manav Sadhna. In all, its a nice evening. Laying around in the flat gets boring unless you are just tired and need a sleep break to catch up. Otherwise, it's nice to get out and meet new people. Enjoyed the evening.

All in all, it was a great day at the school, and a very nice evening out.

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