i went to the park today with sriya.
her childhood depends on me and im not sure i like the pressure. but i do like hanging with her.she reads stories out to me, talks to me in her own brand of broken english, and likes racing me to the end of the street.
the park was lovely.it has never looked more beautiful. most of the leaves have left their lofty homes to bunch together in dry heaps. the wind blew my hair about and billowed sriya's knee length peach skirt.she has a habit of playing with her skirt and lifting it,quite absentmindedly.
guess she hasnt learnt the art of being lady-like.
there was a brother-sister duo at the park,accompanied by a male and a female chaperone.an erudite darwan,with the household maid.the little girl was about three and a half,and had been admitted into an elite school (i was told repeatedly by the man).hehe.the darwan told his fellow colleague(mistress?) that it was pointless getting the child into a school. she would just grow up to colour her hair red and hold hands with a boy in central park.and he looked pointedly at me.
the little girl didnt need the slides and swings. she sang to herself and ran about.occasionally she broke into a jig. she repeatedly told this man that she was booterfool. he responded by saying something in bangla that more or less meant "shes lost it." "an education will be lost on her."
grrrr.
guess she hadnt learnt the art of being lady-like.
her childhood depends on me and im not sure i like the pressure. but i do like hanging with her.she reads stories out to me, talks to me in her own brand of broken english, and likes racing me to the end of the street.
the park was lovely.it has never looked more beautiful. most of the leaves have left their lofty homes to bunch together in dry heaps. the wind blew my hair about and billowed sriya's knee length peach skirt.she has a habit of playing with her skirt and lifting it,quite absentmindedly.
guess she hasnt learnt the art of being lady-like.
there was a brother-sister duo at the park,accompanied by a male and a female chaperone.an erudite darwan,with the household maid.the little girl was about three and a half,and had been admitted into an elite school (i was told repeatedly by the man).hehe.the darwan told his fellow colleague(mistress?) that it was pointless getting the child into a school. she would just grow up to colour her hair red and hold hands with a boy in central park.and he looked pointedly at me.
the little girl didnt need the slides and swings. she sang to herself and ran about.occasionally she broke into a jig. she repeatedly told this man that she was booterfool. he responded by saying something in bangla that more or less meant "shes lost it." "an education will be lost on her."
grrrr.
guess she hadnt learnt the art of being lady-like.
posted by proserpine at 5:17 AM
5 Comments:
you do like refrains don't you?
she would just grow up to colour her hair red
i thought it was brown.
yes i do like refrains..connects two similar ideas which May get lost unless i spell it out.
my hair is coloured..brown.blonde.red. doesnt matter.
Does Sriya still like to look at the "juwaals"?
no. she stares at the other children alot though.she smiles alot at them, i think she always waits for an invite to be included.
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