The Hill People are the Khasi, the fear is Bangladesh. The troops are mostly Hindi from 'mainland' India, so I think this serves as a reminder to all that the mission is peace. Many civilians are employed on base, and much construction has been underway for a decade, and the economic boost shows in Nongkrem.
Gail and Lindy address the regular Wednesday night service briefly – Arnold Nongbrie does the translation honors in his home church. We stay across the street in Riana Nongbrie's house. Her grandfather founded the church. Some of the Nongbrie siblings reunite:
Cream (looking uncharacteristically stern), Riana, Lindy's host (not a sib), Arnold and Dr. Donkuper, town physician from Smit, whose name I had previously forgotten.
Next morning, as Gail and Lindy visit schools and SHG's, I climb the hill behind the church. The rocks and the view are spectacular and remind me of home (Cape Ann). The arrow points to the church.
I must have overdone it, because my turn for an afternoon in bed came, after we drove on (in a cab) to nearby Smit. As I rested, I was lured out to take a picture of Raymond Khrian and Rev. Lincoln as they discussed Self Help Groups with Lindy and Gail. We stayed here with Raymond's mother, Drimai, and had a rousing discussion with her
daughter Barisuk, a lawyer and political activist. Then we all went to the Smit church, where
Gail and Lindy once again brought greetings from England and America – any finer geographic location is lost on most children and many adults.
Smit is a smallish church, closely associated with Nongkrem, but has the distinction of having 100% female leadership – yes that's Barisuk as moderator. We only met her sister Rev. Darihun at the family compound because she is off duty for maternity leave.
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