I missed it. I missed having loud noises drumming in your ears, strong smells hitting your nose, dirty air touching your taste buds, crazy sights floating across your eyes, and the touch of a dirty kid’s hand coming in contact with yours.
I missed walking into the slums and hearing “Sister, Sister, Sister!” and then wishing you had twenty extra arms to carry twenty kids. I missed greeting the patients every morning in the pre and post op ward as they nervously sat waiting for surgery. I missed walking into the center and saying good morning to all my friends. The rainbow colors of the women’s clothes, the chaos of peoples' lives here, the sheer insanity of it all, welcomed me back with open arms.
When the security guard at the hospital heard my voice down the hall, she started running with open arms and exclaiming, “HANNAH! OH HANNAH!” For ten minutes, we talked about what we had done for the past three weeks, with a lot of hand motions, broken English on her end, and broken Assamese on my end. I gave her a couple of packs of Reeses butter cups. I had brought bags of them back from the United States.
I brought lots of presents for my friends here. From Nashville postcards, to bags of marshmallows (a lot of people wanted marshmallows--interesting), I brought back little goodies and thank you presents for so many friends here. (Below are photos and captions of my friends with their presents.)
|Pinky's mom loves the Nashville toffee (and the bow that it was presented with).|
|A snapshot from the 15 hour plane ride. What a beautiful sunrise!|
|The view from Pinky's neighborhood.|
|Remember Pinky (http://hannahdobie.blogspot.in/2012/10/warm-welcomes.html)? Pinky's house is the one with all the clothes in front of it.|
|Diganta before surgery|
|Diganta after surgery with her mom.|
|Her mom is too sweet. (Read more about Diganta at www.visionguwahati.blogspot.com)|
|An after is coming soon! She was all smiles.|
|It's cold in Guwahati!|
|Some delicious fish from a fair.|
|Kissing the fishy.|