“Do not wait for leaders; do it alone, person to person.” -Mother Teresa » arithnabeb

The guy looking over towards me in the bed was just a magical person, and not in some spiritual/esoteric sense--just a special guy; his name was Arithnabeb, one of the few who spoke English

The guy looking over towards me in the bed was just a magical person, and not in some spiritual/esoteric sense–just a special guy; his name was Arithnabeb, one of the few who spoke English

Upon entering the Home of the Sick and Dying this is the first image you see--it's an experience difficult to describe, an overload of sensory experiences of touch, sight, sound, and smell--unforgettable, and on one hand stomach-turning and the other comforting. It's something I can't quite describe. This simple picture is my favorite because of the memories it invokes, plus there are so many simple fundamental elements in this picture that comprise the heart of this Home, Mother Teresa, and India.
This is the hospice inside of the Home, it's both dreary and bright; dreadful and beautiful; dark and light. It's a world of complete contrasts, and I found my time there to actually be calming, rewarding, and deep--something I remember from my last trip a decade ago

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