I awoke this morning to the sounds of this place in India. It is 6:30 a.m. And the sisters are singing a prayer in Malayalam, their local Kerala language, during their morning service in the chapel across the hall from my room. I can smell the wood burning cook stove at the back of the kitchen and I can hear the milk cows bellowing in the back garden.
The cooks, who are from Assam, and a large pot of rice.
The milk cows getting a morning wash.
Today we met the 1600 local children who descend from the local neighborhoods to come to school. The children belong to Hindu, Muslim and Christian families and they arrive by all imaginable means of transportation.
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