The following is a guest post by Hannah Vanderpool of Praying with One Eye Open.
The sun’s warmth slipped through the iron latticework of our living room windows, burning away the early morning fog. The first call to prayer sounded over the loudspeaker filling our apartment with strains of muffled devotion. The kids emerged from their shared bedroom with sleepy eyes and plopped on the couch.
Dilsara, our Nepali house helper, whisked past them to sweep dusty floors and make beds. Breakfast would be cereal and buffalo milk, as usual.
The kids begged to watch a Popeye cartoon in Hindi, and I pretended to hesitate before relenting.
Our morning ritual in India.