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Sunday, August 19, 2007 ( 6:10 PM ) shut up christine ah so much to say. first, i adore him. he's a really good guy. second, i was going to try to explain the kind of relationship we have, but instead i will shake my head and give up. third, directly, indirectly, explicitly, implicitly i was told its not okay. i understand this. kind of. on top of this, he's from the slum. literally, physically -- untouchable. and i am not indian. and a million other circumstances which are not very conducive to "dating" and such. small things, like talking to a person in public, spending time with them, even having to hide how happy you are to be around them we take so much for granted, yeah? i've already decided i'm going to hug him when i leave not just any hug but the most beautiful hug the world has ever seen, if this hug were a movie it would sweep the Oscars in every category, the amount of energy being exchanged in this hug will be so powerful that waves of love will ripple out into the cosmos and somewhere 10,000 galaxies away a hundred stars will simultaneously implode and 67 years from now, when the technology and knowledge is available, scientists will trace the cause of this imploding star phenomenon back to this one perfect hug. actually, we know it won't be anything like that but it will be 10 silent seconds to say 100 impossible words, i'm pretty sure it won't be remotely beautiful because i'll get snot all over his shirt, and 67 years from now, no one will remember this hug but me. thats all that matters anywho, (and i am so cautious when using this word in this sense, but in this case i'll use it for lack of a better word) i love him! yeh i said it! and since i can't give love to him... i came up with this brilliant plan to secretly do One Hundred Acts of Love, for him i've only done 5 or 6 so far, and they've all been really small things like picking up trash in the Tekra for ten minutes, or spending a little time with my maji (grandmother) each day who's been sick, or leaving gifts for random people. this is possibly the nicest, most romantic thing i have ever done for anyone :) in other news so one of the street school boys likes eating rocks and dirt and poop, Anjali said that when your body severely lacks a certain nutrient or vitamin you'll start to crave/eat things that will replenish it for example, if you don't get enough iron you might crave rocks and she said there's a type of street food that is actually roasted dirt so they are taking me to try this roasted dirt and i will tell you what its like. Heffrey, we gave your tube of ointment to a woman by the street school (actually she's the mother of the boy who eats rocks), she's a ragpicker and we thought she had a skin infection on her hands because the skin was peeling from her bones, her fingers had become deformed, and the nails were falling off. Turns out she has leprosy, but she will be getting treatment to stop advancement. Look what you were able to do for this woman, Heff, all the way from the other side of the world :) p.s. Hi Pri!! #
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I think a snotty shirt will only add to the beauty of the moment, not detract from it... in fact it seems NECESSARY under the circumstances. :)
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Really, really cool post, Christine. # posted by
 : 8/19/2007 10:53 AM |
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