So there is this kid that comes to school at Maitri and I’m so taken with him. He’s one of the most charming little boys that I’ve ever seen. He has the largest watermelon slice of a smile with teeth that look like white pieces of trident gum. Every time I talk to him, he reaches out for a handshake and seems to get complete satisfaction out of a high five. It makes my day.
I had my first memorable encounter with this Indian man tonight. Nancy needed to fix her phone & the man that was there to help spoke fluent English, so I didn’t feel like I had to keep asking him to clarify himself. (That always makes me feel like a major ass.) We talked about computers and cell phones and he told me about how he can get hook-ups on all of this pirated software. It wasn’t so much that I cared about the software schemes and whatnot, but he was just friendly and genuine. He gave me his business card and then started to talk about being Sikh and how his last name Singh is really common for Sikh’s….and blah dee blah dee blah. It’s hard to explain, but talking to him tonight put me at ease and in a warm mood. When I travel I put my guard up and don’t allow myself to trust anyone. I act indifferent and at times unfriendly because I hate being taken advantage of. I sort of hate that I naturally do this because it makes it near impossible to meet anyone without a formal introduction from a mutual friend. But this encounter was different. Maybe it was because my belly was full and I was feeling sleepy and was not in the mood to play tough-guy. Maybe it was because his friendly demeanor dissolved my wall. Either way…it was nice.
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