As I waited for the boys by the pool, I was thinking about swimming. It had been a while since I had been, and was very much looking forward to it. I could tell by the way they approached me that Neeraj and Alok were not as eager as I. The thought then crossed my mind that we were really just reciprocating their actions. Neeraj and Alok have graciously and selflessly come alongside Charlie and I at various times to help us stay afloat in this pool of Indian culture.
|Despite appearances, Neeraj (the one lurking in the shadows) did actually get into the pool for about an hour. On the other hand, Alok, the one Neeraj thought I wouldn't be able to get in the pool, was the last one out.|
Once the level of comfort was up, we began to teach them technique. They did the same for us. In taking us here and there, they explained landmarks and pointed out the tricks so that we would be able to independently repeat the activity. They have done a marvelous job. I was able to make it to and from Chennai on the government bus system alone with confidence. I give them and my ever-present and protecting Savior the credit for my safety and swift, easy travel.
It was a month ago today that I arrived in India. A month ago today I felt like I was drowning. It was a brief episode, but I cannot ignore it. So many new faces, new sounds, new cultural boundaries, new… everything that it was easy to feel overwhelmed. It is largely due to Neeraj and Alok, and other locals like the two of them, that I have been able to stay afloat in this land. I am no longer sinking, but swimming. I thank the Lord that He has place people like them in my life to help me through this amazing experience and make it all the more enjoyable. And thank you, boys, for being good sports about the swimming lessons.
|Nothing completes a summer swim like a pizza dinner. Neeraj was sure to sport his "Roger Federer" shirt to dinner that night. Hard core.|
|We played hangman while waiting for our food. The theme was "anatomical terms" to level the playing field.|