We are sitting on the bench where Gandhi gave audiences. The site guard came over and politely ask us to GET UP before his boss came back and yelled at HIM. As I said, the Indians are unfailing polite, even if you are the one who is offensive.
These are Ghandi's only worldly possessions. Please note the stone on the lower right, it was used for washing his skin. Quite a humbling experience.
The sleeping room in the complex where Gandi lived. The complex was built in the colonial bungalow style and owned by the Birla family, the same family that built the temple we visited earlier in the morning. Gandi agreed to inaugurate the temple on the condition that all strata of society be allowed to enter and worship. He felt that to shake off the yoke of Brittish rule was irrelevant if the Indian Nation was oppressive of their own citizens.
This huge spinning wheel was right outside the bedroom & sitting room that Gandhi occupied. It was one of many that Gandhi used in the complex, as he felt that people needed to be taught skills to take care of themselves. I promptly stubbed my toe on the back support and thought of my father calling me "Calamity Jane"
White Marble memory of the Father of the Nation. "Non-violence is the pitting of one's whole soul against the will of the tyrant... it is then possible for the single individual to defy the might of an unjust empire." The museum complex was fascinating, educational and thought provoking. We were emotional drawn into the experience and found ourselves wanting more. Our dear friends Vickie and Julie were so close in spirit at this complex.
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