12 June 2010
10:02
It has been and will continue to be impossible to adapt to the smolder heat and humidity. At all times, one is drenched in sweat, including the wee hours of the morning. I’ve scarcely peed since I’ve been in India despite the several liters of water I consume each day.
The smell and filth and homeless and disease and piles of trash and hectic traffic are also all easy to become accustomed. No problem, but upon seeing the heap of a shriveling human frame littering the sidewalk with sunken, sightless eyes, fleshless cheekbones and missing teeth and sometimes few limbs, I cannot help but want to feed and nurse them back to health.
I see dogs collapsed with hunger and fatigue and infection, and the dog-loving American in me wants to comfort them with affection and scraps of food.
Instead, everyone, including myself, walks by without the faintest acknowledgment of their miserable existence because to help one is an attempt to help all. Offering money is a short-term solution. To help in such a way is not effective. They need a sustainable, lasting, and well-planned solution. . .
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