Tuesday Morning

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On Tuesday we had arranged to go to visit one of Jaskamal’s employees house. He lives in the village of Hassanpur. I love villages in other countries, I find them so fascinating! The village has about 1,500 people living in it and it is like a labyrinth of connected houses and walls around them, it is somewhat difficult to explain. Sukchain’s, the man who works for Jaskamal, mother asked if we wanted a tour of the house and that was a treat. The kitchen is in a tiny room outside the main house, it keeps the heat down to have the kitchen away from the main rooms. The bathroom is also in the little courtyard outside the house. And the water that they use for the kitchen sink is in the open courtyard.

We learned some really good lessons about Indian culture and time yesterday. We were under the impression we were going to their house for breakfast and were to be picked up at 10…Jaskamal came at 11 and we didn’t get there until 11:30 and then we were quickly seated in their small living room and began about 45 minute to an hour limited conversation since his family didn’t speak English. Thankfully Jaskamal was with us and they had a little house dog and we have five children so it helped greatly to add some entertainment. We spent several hours at this house and had no idea half the time if we were actually going to eat or not! Thankfully we had fed the kiddos before we went.

When they began to prepare food for us the girls and I went to “help” her in the kitchen. She was making chapati and we attempted to roll out the dough, ours looked terrible, haha. In just a few seconds she could roll out the dough into a perfect circle while we would struggle for several minutes constantly getting more flour to try to make ours even. It was fun! Here is a picture of Adah and Gurdeep (the mother).

During lunch we were seated at the table and they served us the meal but did not join us. I felt very bad about this. We felt like we were a burden and intruding. Praise the Lord Jaskamal was with us and being served also! I asked Jaskamal why they were not eating with us and he said you never eat with your guests in India, you serve them and then eat later. Everything about India is different. The phrase “foreign country” couldn’t be more true in every sense of the word foreign! When we left his mother, Gurdeep, asked me if we could meet again on the phone. I thought that was so sweet because she can’t speak any English!