A pic of the school that has been both my bane and my boon for the last month.
I cried for the first time today - a messy snotty, obnoxious, chest paining cry. I then listened to "Remind me" by Ginny Owens on repeat for about 30 mins, and fell asleep. There were three reasons for this outburst:
The hardened sugar candies I was given as a gift by the Hijra
This past week has been chock full of experiences which range from the spiritual to the mundane. Between receiving gifts from the guru I spoke of in my previous post, helping my new bhan (sister) study for her midterms, and watching the streets fill with water as monsoon season continues in full force, I didn't have much time to stop and think over everything that had happened, but as I sat in a bank looking at the people around me, I realized that in the US we don't have religious freedom at all, we have religious tolerance.
I have always hated that as a white person I would never be part of a culture and heritage as beautiful as the Indian one and that the history of the white person was one of racism, tyranny, and genocide. I realized today, however, that hating those things had turned into a more basal disgust for the simple color of my skin, and had led to a nasty mixer of ungratefulness, and narcissism
I finally made it to India! Suddenly, I am both given respect and care way beyond what is comfortable, and am laughed at for the way I talk and act. Two days into my international adventure and I am already gulping down a novel culture and it's rich language.
Elianna DeSota is a young teacher who is obsessed with deep diving into new cultures and ideas. Right now she is on a journey to discover more about India and herself before jumping into the next chapter of her life.