Getting our family to church on Sunday is quite a show. Out we trek, in our Sunday duds, to the road while Dad flags down an auto-rickshaw.
The five of us climb, squeeze and fold ourselves into the back, and then it's a sweaty 15 minute ride out of town to the Mumbai Highway, where our church building is located.
We are met with smiles, handshakes and head-wobbles aplenty. We smile, nod, and sit through what seems like church through a fun house mirror. "Same, same but different."
After church, we discover a Hindu temple with Ganesh all over it, in the back. Because, after all, this IS India.
The five of us climb, squeeze and fold ourselves into the back, and then it's a sweaty 15 minute ride out of town to the Mumbai Highway, where our church building is located.
After church, we discover a Hindu temple with Ganesh all over it, in the back. Because, after all, this IS India. 
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