We are already surrounded by new friends. There are children everywhere, and colleagues, friends and family of Dr. Shrama have come out of the woodwork to meet us. Sudha, Dr. Sharma's wife, our kind hostess, feeds us non-stop and everything is incredibly delicious. While we are greatly enjoying her hospitality, I am anxious to stock up on supplies and get settled.
Our front door is on the left. The door on the right, in Hindu tradition, is supposed to be left open during the day to allow prosperity to come into the home.
This door leads to the Puja Room - found in all Hindu homes. Puja means prayers or offerings. So this room is meant to be a temple within the home. Being the foolish western that I am - I thought it was for the washer. Turns out the washer sits outside on the back balcony - of course.
The kitchen with propane operated stove top and combination microwave/convection oven. We also have a water service and milk is delivered every morning at 6:30 am. Very cool!
Evan's room. He has his own bathroom.
Our bedroom. Love the color! It was as though they knew I was coming. We have a/c and our own bathroom with "European flush" (I'll explain another day) and a hot water shower - very rare, and very appreciated.
Before our arrival the house was blessed - as indicated by the turmeric puja marks by the doorways. We see the swastik a lot here. I have been unable to get a satisfactory answer on what it means in Hindu culture - it appears to me to be a welcoming symbol. I do know that it has none of the negative implications of Nazism.
Monsoon view from the back balcony - where of course, the washer sits.
View from the front door.