Today, I was sitting in someone's house as they were preparing tea for me before telling me their RTI story. I decided to record random observations as I was waiting, just for something to do.
Jungle, humid air, smoke filled. Men in gamacha collecting rice and staples on their bicycles. Women collecting water from communal pump in the village. Cows and dogs roaming. Women in brightly coloured saris harvesting rice. Air thick with humidity and cow shit and smoke. Small children looking after smaller children. Eyes smeared in kajol and black circle on forehead to make child ugly so spirits won't take them. Flies, sweat, smoke. Women making chai. Young boy playing with a toy bow and arrow. On the wall hangs an old adidas bag that says Sydney, maybe something from the Olympics 11 years ago. I sit in a courtyard, mud and puddles in the centre. The home is made from mud with a straw thatch roof.
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