Silent Night

To think that on Monday night Dad was sleeping on a cot in Kamalpur and then on a Wednesday night he was sleeping on a bed or couch of his friends house in America is just unthinkable for me. I wonder what his first impressions were of America? Our dear neighbor is in Calcutta today experiencing the hustle and bustle of a new country and it only made me think about how different each country is. Dad must have been shocked about how quiet it was. Noise was the first thing I noticed when I went to India. Whether it was a cow or an elephant or the nightly bharaths, India never sleeps. That first night in America must have truly been life changing for Dad in so many ways.