on the inside

it feels like something you just do. go to bssk every week, have fun with the kids and go back home. when i took these pictures today, i realized: it is not something i do. it is something i am. i am someone to these children. i am the person who comes to them every week end and says: hi, dipali, how are you? smile for me!

and then she does. at first when i came, she just cried. now she smiles. we have gotten to know each other. she is 12 years old and she cannot speak. but today she told me: eooooooooo! (i interpret that as hello)


the good part is i think we both feel as good.