Each day is a new adventure. Wandering the dusty lanes (often called gullies), checking landmarks and noting just how many left turns I've taken, so I can get back to the main road and find my way home.
What's in our neighborhood? Let's start with the birds which anchor the sound track of our days. There is a large vacant lot across the gully from our flat. Heavily treed, it echoes with bird calls day and night - literally. The male Asian Koel, has one of the most distinctive calls. (Note that these are not our photos)
Western, or developed nations, have no frame of reference for the chaotic layout of Indian towns and cities. We are on the outskirts of a city, in a neighborhood that is so rural, I would call it a village. Many families still carry water from the spigots on the street corner, do their laundry in buckets, and hang it to dry wherever there is space.
Gary and I have been to India countless times over the past thirty years, yet it continues to fascinate. Each neighborhood has it's own character. Each family has their own story.
Our hope and prayer is that the love of Jesus will reach their hearts and lives.