Hallalujah, it's mango season. There could not be a better reason to live, nor a better time to be alive. I love ripe mangoes. Somewhere between the rice, vegetables, tea, mango, and early bedtimes, my anxiety has eased into something like contentment. This didn't happen all that quickly--in fact, I think my transition from Thailand was a pretty harsh one. To go from wanting, and having, to wanting and not having, is hard. But gradually, when you don't immediately get the things that you think you want, your WANTING starts to fade away and leave you with a feeling of peace and silence. Thank God. It is eleven o'clock in the morning--hot already. The fan is circulating above us uselessly in the small cement bedroom shared by Pinkey, Baby, and Binita. I am sitting on the
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