Post Written by Charlie Bonetti, Daisy Lee, and Adele Behar
Group photo at Sambhali Trust
For the rest of the trip, we will be primarily featuring student's writing and reflections about our trip. We have had a long yet productive past two days. Beginning with an 11 hour train ride from Dehli to Jodhpur, students had the opportunity to chat with Indians as well as power through their math assignments. Our first day in Jodhpur was jam-packed as we journeyed from one incredible experience to the next; read about our journey in detail below!
Anna Stevens '09, Daisy Lee, Eve Mansfield, and David Wang receive Henna at Sambhali Trust
This afternoon we went to Sambhali Trust, an organization that fights child marriage by teaching women and girls how to sustain themselves. While at the organization, we talked with the girls as they gave us henna tattoos. The girl who gave me a henna tattoo of a cow and a flower was named Sakali. Sakali is seven years old and is the youngest of her ten siblings. She had never seen the simple luxuries that I take for granted. When she noticed my braces, she excitedly said, "You have silver on your teeth!" Although originally I thought this was adorable I then dug a little deeper and realized that she had never seen the privilege that braces represent before. Braces serve as one of the many visual representations of privilege between me and the kids at Sambahli trust. The privilege I have are foreign to these kids, they made me realize how much privilege I actually have.
Adele Behar and Daisy Lee listen to a performance by the young girls at Sambhali Trust Boarding House
This evening all of us visited a Shiva Temple to get a hands on experience of a Hindu Service. As the service escalated, an old women wearing a yellow embroidered saree motioned me towards the shrine of Shiva in the middle. Here I was a little nervous, but the old women demonstrated what to do. As the service continued the old women with the beautiful saree became my guide and changed me from an observer to someone actually part of the ritual. Finally she asked me what my name was. I answered "Adele" and asked her for hers. She told me her name was Marigold and then we chatted about where I was from and I thanked her for taking me under her wing and teaching me what to do. Sadly we needed to leave the service, but I will never forget the old women in the beautiful saree and the kindness she showed me.