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Published: August 28th 2013
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Pabitra
Sorting rice. She uses the thing to toss it all in the air and catch it and then had to just pick out the last bits of rice which were/weren't out of their little golden shells. Pabitra was my united pal. Always at my side, usually holding my water bottle and notebook hostage A few pictures of the kids and the area...deal! By the third day they were warmed up to us pretty well and even the older kids were talking a bit. They are real kids so a picture can't capture anything but they're wonderful. You've got pushier kids who get your camera and take a thousand pictures. The boy who entertains himself constantly with his aerobic abilities. No fear. One kid you can see the spark of misbehavior in his eye but he is usually pretty good. I knew these kids barely any time but I am so sappy. I miss them an absurd amount.
There was a month-long holiday so the younger kids stayed home all day and we just hung out and played. Play cards, get crushed in chess by the little geniuses, build card houses, I taught them uno, whatever we wanted. The kids never expected us to entertain them either. They just do what they want and invite you along. If we think of something they join in. If you know me at all, you know very little in life is better to me than hanging out with kids.
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