Right by my apartment complex, there is the beautiful track and park. (I will try and get pictures without looking conspicuous…heh) I have been going there to job lately, and yesterday decided to explore past the park of small children and dogs. I passed through the park, walking directly through it to another apartment complex. This complex seemed more upscale than my complex, and made reminded me of a tropical paradise. Birds I had never seen before sat on balconies and pecked at gravel. Sun came through lavish trees and bushes, and along with the sounds of birds I felt most tranquil. The apartments in this complex were stacked three or four stories high, and I know not whether the different levels were one succinct living quarter or if each level was a separate house. Either way, the apartments are shaped more like elaborate squares with flat concrete walls—much like the houses in California, Arizona, New Mexico, etc. They appear to come in all colors—blues, yellows, whites, pinks—which only furthered my tropical feeling.
I came to the end of this complex and walked through the complex’s gate. What I find most shocking about Delhi is how rich juxtaposes poor—how a seemingly wealthy area neighbors a trash polluted and lay folk filled road. I walked down this road and immediately came to three white cows on the sidewalk. The cows were white (Delhi White, which is dirt colored white) and eating out of a dumpster. A man, I presume the man that owned the cows, was sorting through and shoveling trash to the cows so that they could eat it. At first I could not believe that the cows were literally eating trash—one cow was licking up a page of newspaper. But having now been in Delhi for a couple of days, I have seen many people and dogs going through dumpsters. As one of my friends said early, “there just isn’t enough food to feed all these people.”
P.S. I haven't seen Hans in two days...
Pictures of the park we picnicked at:
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