Maths Exams today. I help to monitor Nursery mostly. Most of the students at the least struggle at the most barely understand the instructions. I have gotten a cold and may have a little stomach bug so my afternoon is really lazy. I lay on a cot in the sun reading
The Argumentative Indian - makes me think of Siddarth and Dr. Trehan. Most exchanges seem to be argumentative but this is natural. An intrinsic part of communication in India it seems. At dusk, a tractor arrives towing dirt that Siddarth had purchased over six months ago. Three very young teenage girls shovel the dirt out of the truck in the complete darkness while the driver, also very young, watches. Sumun yells at me "Torch, Torch" and so I take a small light out to help them see. I feel ineffective and lame as I watch them sweat in outfits similar to saris. By dinner I’m really tired and a bit sick but still have my ghostbuster so go to bed feeling safe;)
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