Saturday, September 7, 2013

india prose



And the day changes to the beginning of the dusk of the evening, indra, the tiny 
5 year old falls into my lap, I sit indian style on the floor and I sing, la-la 
lalalalalala, and rocks, he stills and boys swarm around me like the flies with 
oversized wings to around the ashram....

We reset the ipad for soman, and it is unsaid but understood that it will become 
his, as we create him a password with apple and he shares with his brothers all that he ffinds......

There us ravi who wants to teach me to play cricket on the roof, and vijay
who shows me dice, deepu who is 27,married at 19 and works as a teacher here, marriage is arranged as  his mother 
is ready for a woman to help her in house and the list goes on....

And life goes on
And time goes on
And this place will go on

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