This is India: Goats in shirts hanging out on the railroad tracks when I'm walking to work.
This
picture sort of sums up the absurdity included in daily life in India.
Sometimes there are things here that just make no sense what so ever,
and have no clear explanation. The day I took this was cool, but only
sixty degrees Fahrenheit at the lowest. These goats were not in any
danger of being cold. But obviously one of the children that lives in
the compounds along the railroad tracks decided that these goats needed
an extra layer against the elements. They don't seem to mind it. (Note
the laundry in the background. In the absence of clotheslines the
railroad fence and sometimes the rocks beside the tracks themselves
become the favorite spot for drying clothes!)
So, in an effort to demonstrate what a small slice of the life we lead here on the wild and beautiful subcontinent, let me present you with a photo essay.
This Is India:
-Pastoral vistas out the window of your long distance commuter train
-Rickshaw drivers resting in the means of their employment on the side of the road.
-Being packed into a train car so full of women that all you can see is arms and heads.
-Reading on the train, in order to finish our assigned work. (Kari is pictured)
- Eating pseudo ethnic food prepared by Raj
-professor-ly looking neighbors reading amazing old books while apparently living on the street outside your apartment.
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