In the wind ...

To come back from the village where I work, I take a bus for 30 minutes (2,5 Roupies = 0,05 Euro cents per journey) and then a tempo (sort of collective taxi) for about 10 mn. When I stepped out of the tempo, I see a woman, she is always here, holding one edge of a saree while the other one is attached to a tree. She is holding it in the wind after having washed it ... until it is dry ! ... Impressive! I'll try to make a photo to show you.

I give my english lessons in an old and dusty room with no tables nor chairs, children sit on the floor while I stand in front of the blackboard. Sometimes, I feel a very tiny pressure on my big toe when I am talking. Children are very puzzled by the fact that when you press some pinkish skin, it becomes white for a few seconds ... so they press ...