Daylight reveals Shillong to be a colorful mountain town – brightly colored washlines, school children in white shirts and maroon sweaters, houses piled on top of each other, crisscrossed with power lines and lush overgrowth of mountain greenery.
I proceed to the downstairs bathroom to take a shower while Pamu and Sarah are at work – my first experience in Indian-style bathrooms. Many houses in the area simply have a knee-level faucet and large plastic bucket, so I am relieved to see an actual showerhead protruding from the wall. Yet while the floor is tiled, there is no area sectioned off for the shower – no curtain or sloped floor – just regular tile.
I look for a drain to make sure the water would be allowed out, but curiously, there is none.
How do you shower without a drain?
Upon landing in Delhi, the view of the city is obscured by heavy smog – so thick you are unable to see from one end of the airport to the other. The women are wearing traditional saris or the popular salwar kamiz, a tunic and leggings. Most of the men are wearing collared shirts from the 1970s – beige, green, mustard and orange colors – big glasses, rings with large stones, mustaches and gold jewelry. Several wear turbans, berets or the olive-colored shirts of the Indian military.
The country of India is a cultural mosaic unlike any other in the world. The mix of traditional, Western and local heritage varies from state to state almost as widely as the climate and topography. India’s three major cities are Mumbai, Delhi and Kolkata, formerly known by their respective English names, Bombay, New Delhi and Calcutta.
To pass the time while waiting for my flight to the city of Guwahati in the northeast corner of India, I pick up a discarded copy of an Indian newspaper, The Hindustan Times, which includes a Classified section containing three pages of small-print “Grooms Wanted For,” followed by three pages of “Brides Wanted For” advertisements. India is famous for its matchmaking traditions – specifically, the time-honored practice of “arranged marriage.”
There is no such thing as a “casual trip” to India, let me tell you – and if there were, the Indian visa process will beat it out of you. After booking my airfare, I went to get a new visa photo taken – no glasses, no bangs, no smiles, per the instructions. I stared solemnly ahead, trying not to look like an angry terrorist in the photo.
Packing was a tad bit tricky, as the Indian climate can range from unbearable heat to monsoon to chilly all in one place, depending on the altitude and region.
I packed sleeveless shirts and shorts, then immediately unpacked them, remembering that showing ones arms or legs is not considered modest. The only poncho I had was neon yellow, which could be functional in a monsoon, but didn’t exactly say “American flying under the radar.” I packed an entire digestive suite of Pepto Bismol, Imodium and Tums – you name it. And instant coffee for the jet lag, in case I landed in the land of tea, with only hand signals to express my need for caffeine. Being advised to bring wet wipes, but without specifics on why, I threw in a roll or two of toilet paper (never a bad idea), at the very least being fully prepared to roll something if Auburn beat Alabama in the Iron Bowl while I was gone.
Some of you may know, a few years ago, I took a trip around the world to Brazil, Wales, Tanzania, China and Honduras to get a traveler’s perspective on Christianity around the world. Back in the U.S. afterward, life slowly started to return to normal. You soon forget the lack of hot water, sporadic electricity, internet and indoor plumbing (well no, let’s be honest, you don’t forget that), and are right back in the middle of mundane details like paying bills, answering emails and ironing your pants.
It was a great trip, but something was missing, like a conversation with something still left unsaid.
When I wrote Coffee, Tea and Holy Water, I was often asked why I didn’t include the country of India. The answer was simple, “India could be a whole other book by itself,” I would joke.
Somewhere along the way, this answer became real.
Wanted to wish everyone a happy fall! Several of you have asked when my next writing project will be available. I’ve started a second book project based on a trip I took to India awhile back. For those of you who enjoyed Coffee, Tea and Holy Water, it has the same travelogue perspective, framed around a trip to Shillong and Kolkata (Calcutta), India.
The title of the project is Doing the Needful, an Indian-English phrase. Translated literally, it means “Do what’s most important” or “Do this one thing.”
Starting on Sept. 18, I’ll be releasing a portion on the blog on Mondays, Tuesday and Thursdays through Oct. 24. Feel free to like and share with friends on Facebook if any of the posts resonate with you.
Episode 1 releases on Monday…
I hope it inspires and encourages your heart. Be blessed!
Doing the The Needful,© Copyright 2017, Amanda Hudson.
To celebrate the start of summer, here’s some photos I took on a trip to Sanibel and Captiva Island, Florida earlier this month. Sanibel is a great shelling beach, just off the coast of Ft Myers, FL — one of the best shelling beaches in the world. Lots of great wildlife on the island.
To say Sanibel is a “shelling beach” might be an understatement….shells for days and days.
A few of the gems found on the beach.
Such pretty palm trees — you could tell whether a storm was coming by looking at the trees.
Today’s post is a review of a hot new bestseller – Business Boutique by my friend Christy Wright.
Business Boutique: A Woman’s Guide to Doing What She Loves takes readers through the path of turning a side hobby into a fulfilling day job, speaking wisdom and experience into every detail, including:
- Finding Your Motivation
- Overcoming Doubt and Eliminating Excusesd
- Building “Tiers” or the Foundations of Your Business
- Operational 101s
- Marketing advice and more!
A certified business coach and Dave Ramsey personality, Christy encourages mightily while communicating tips and advice designed to strengthen the morale of even the most faint-hearted.
Highly recommended for anyone considering their own side business, you can check out Business Boutique and learn more about Christy here!
Great blog post by Ann Voskamp: how we could get to be the kind of people the world needs right now
Thought-provoking article on an interesting current topic – and a heartwarming story to boot:
“Sometimes the places where we are stretched thin are the thin places where we catch a greater glimpse of God.
And sometimes a kind of miraculous happens when instead of thinking nothing can be done — you believe there’s always a way one thing can be done.
There’s always find a way to take one step toward someone on the other side of a fence, there’s always a way to take one brick out of a wall that’s divisive, there’s always a way find a way to find Christ’s way to love.”
As Voskamp so eloquently writes:
In a world where we look around and feel like we’ve all already lost— lost a sense of hope, lost a sense of decency, lost a sense of humanity — stretching our hands in grace and kindness makes everyone win.
Be sure and check it out! You can read more of her writing at AnnVoskamp.com
Today’s post is #TBT to 2013:
I’ve always secretly hated New Year’s resolutions. Why? Well, for starters, asking an overachiever to come up with a New Year’s resolution list is sort of like asking a NASA scientist to build a go-cart.
Study the Bible more.
Talk to family members more.
Send more notecards.
Watch less TV.
Listen more. Talk less.
Get more sleep.
Drink less coffee.
Be more available.
(And now that my personality has totally changed…welcome, New Year.) Continue reading…
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas…
I rarely write movie reviews, but if you’re looking for a great Christmas movie this holiday season, I highly recommend The Christmas Candle, by Max Lucado – which may be one of the best movies I’ve seen in the last two years, period.
Set in 1890 in the English town of Gladbury, the movie follows a disheartened reverend, David Richmond , who reluctantly agrees to serve as reverend to the Gladbury parish. Richmond arrives in Gladbury around Advent, where the town is buzzing with the local legend of the “Christmas Candle.” Rumor has it once every 25 years, an angel visits Gladbury and blesses a single candle in the town candleshop. The candle is good for one answered prayer – a miracle – for the candle’s recipient.
Rev. Richmond doesn’t believe in the legend, and chides the congregation for their belief in superstition. The town candlemakers, Mr. and Mrs. Haddington, are determined to see “The Candle” go to a worthy recipient…until the candle is lost. Or mixed in, to be precise, with all the other candles.
Unsure of who is in possession of the candle, the Haddingtons decide to tell the villagers one-by-one the same words that have surrounded the legend since it’s birth.
“Have faith. Light this candle…and pray.”
I won’t spoil the ending, but this movie will have even skeptics and cynics believing in the power of prayer, and Christmas miracles.