मेरा home

So here's a little bit about the my Indian home. Before I came here, I was warned that us India interns would "be roughing it". So... when I got here, I was quite surprised at how nice our place is. Granted, it's not exactly luxurious living, but compared to the average home here, it's quite nice, even to a point where I'd say it's too nice (I just want to live and eat like the average Joe here... but that's not acceptable for a foreigner)

This is our home, you get here by one of the million trails that wind up, down, and across the mountains. Many houses, like mine, are accessed off of rugged foot paths, not roads.

Our sitting room/foyer.


Our kitchen. I don't do much cooking, maybe 2 or 3 times a week. I'm trying to learn some Indian dishes, mmmm.


Our living room.

Our toilet. Since we could run out of water at any second, the motto's "if it's yellow, let it mellow, if it's brown, flush it down." But our toilets (like most Indian ones I've experiences) don't like to flush the brown stuff, there's one bright side to having diarrhea... And no toilet paper in the toilet, either, so you have to put it in the poop can. TP is kinda a luxury item...


Our bathroom. When I first came here, I wondered how long it'd take me to get used to the dirty (in a different way) bathroom. I'm quite used to it, and even like it, if only the the toilet would flush!

This is my room an my roomie, Satbir Singh. He's been with eMi for almost 10 years and is currently teaching at a local village. After becoming a Christian about 15 years ago, his family threatened to kill him, but somehow he ended up in Mussoorie. He has since reconciled with his family, but unfortunately this is a common occurance among Indians who choose a different faith from the rest of the family.

View out our front window

Night shot from around the corner.