Here are a few glimpses of life at the hostel. These two men are our faithful guards. They sit at the front entrance and NO ONE gets through the door. All food deliveries, mail deliveries, guests, and puppies are stopped and are either turned away or allowed to pass with an accompaniment from them. The one who is standing greets me every day with an upturned hand, a "JAI MATA JI!" and a smile. When they don't have much to do they watch the puppies who were born about 10 weeks ago. Their big stick teaches the puppies which lines they can cross and which ones they can't.
The hostel that I live in is the 'old' hostel and my room (number 4) is the one on the left with the string of mirrors. The small plastic bag is where the delivery man deposits 1/2 liter of pasteurized cow's milk every other morning at 7:30 am. (I still boil it)
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