My Memories of Mumbai, India

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I spent Christmas 2004 in India working in a boys orphanage. We landed in Mumbai and traveled to a rural area of the state. On our last day before returning to the US, we spent the day touring southern Mumbai.

As “missionaries” we didn’t foot out the BIG bucks to stay at the Taj Hotel in Mumbai. A lower class room was $200/night. I did sit in the very posh lobby which was decked out for Christmas. The Ladies Restroom was cleaner and fancier than that of the Ritz Hotel in NYC.

It saddens me today, as I watched the Taj burn and the terror continue.

I still love India. As I flew into the airport on my returning trip in Feb 2006, the words of Dr David Livingston came to me; “I’m haunted by the smoke of a thousand villages.” All over the city the slums were smoking with small fires to keep warm. Today, Mumbai is smoldering from the fires of terrorist.

These are some of the sights that caught my heart then and continue to call me back.

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The Gateway to India

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Fishing Boats in the Harbor

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The Lobby of the Taj

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This was a gorgeous waterfall in the lobby of the Taj.

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Beggars right across the street from the Taj.

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Ghandi’s home

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Ghandi’s room

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My team and me.

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Incredible architecture from the British rule.

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Gorgeous old Cathedrals.

Surrounded by indescribable poverty that still draws me to this place.

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This was the view from my hotel room. I remember standing in my room at 3AM and asking myself, why on earth I was there. It was then that I heard the words of the prophet Isaiah; “when you give yourself in behalf of the poor”.

Although our hotel was nothing to compare to the Taj, it was clean and comfortable. I always felt safe and at home.

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Another view from my hotel room. A woman with her sacred cow.

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A city that never sleeps.

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People who love incredibly.

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A Christmas Gift….chalk art!

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A people with hearts so large they literally give you the shoes off their own feet.

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Our last day at the orphanage.

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The love of children that pulls me to go back.

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