Home of Ghandiji’s birthplace (we actually stood at the swastika– which is an ancient Indian symbol for good fortune that the Nazis flipped on its side to mean the most evil of symbols–where Gandhi’s mother gave birth to him in his first home), we visited the bazaar and were greeted with such gentle kindness by the shopkeepers. Gloria purchased a lunchbox (Indian-style) which was generously and freely engraved by the shopkeeper as a token of his gratitude for our visit. We visited a temple, outside which we joined women chanting in prayer. All of us were smiling and giggling, saying “namaste” which means, “not me, but you.” Look closely as you can see Marta sitting in the middle of the group of women and learning their chant and prayers.
The two fair skinned Americans joined these beautiful Indian women in their Hindi chant.
