my fingers are cold but im sitting near the fire, much different than the heat of kolkata - this heat i enjoy. my hand is quickly fading to orange as the henna stain leaves my palm but my fingertips seem to be enjoying the deep dye that happened to them just over a week ago.
I fear i'm forgetting bangla as i dont have anyone to speak with, who can answer me anyway. i don't think i can forget yet, but i fear it will come and then what will i tell the sb ladies when i see them again...
im so glad not to have found severe culture shock coming back, its only feelings of frustration as i hear commercial after commercial on the radio as i try to enjoy the christmas music; i dont need a haircut at great clips even if it is 5.99 , my mom gave me one for free. im loving being with my family, im loving being in my home. it is wonderful seeing faces i havent seen in some time and hearing how life has been
in kolkata i got to be a part of offering and giving freedom to women. the freedom is in offering them another job, a job of sewing at our business. they are given another option. as we visited (and as my friends continue to visit) the lanes and rooms to talk with the girls, we gave what we had, acceptance friendship and hope. i got to know some of the individuals giving themselves to the restoring of these women - beautiful people
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