Like I have said a million times, I am still trying to process everything I did and saw in India. I am exhausted! My teacher told me that there are two types of people in the world: The ones that have been to India, and the ones that have not been to India. I feel so thankful that I can now say I have been to India. It is so much more than I ever could have imagined. The poverty, the people I met, the experiences that I had are still flooding my mind. I wonder what will happen to the mother that I met who had a 3 day old baby and who was sitting on the corner of a busy street. I wonder what will happen to the children that I saw that were begging for food, or to the babies that were sick, or to the helpless and the homeless. There are so many faces, images, colors, and smells that I keep thinking about and can’t seem to shake off. As I wash India out of my clothes (my sink water was literally black from all the dust and dirt), scrub India off my fingernails and out of my hair, piece together newspaper clippings, tickets and postcards in my scrapbook, download pictures and listen to India tunes, my mind is crowded with thoughts. I want to share everything I saw, everything I felt, and take you to where I have been. However, India is an impossible place to describe in a word, a phrase, a sentence, or a paragraph. To help me out, I will leave you with the words of Mark Twain who said, “"India is the cradle of the human race, the birthplace of human speech, the mother of history, the grandmother of legend, and the great grand mother of tradition. Our most valuable and most astrictive materials in the history of man are treasured up in India only!"
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