A silent visitor
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Bina, the woman of the couple who are the proprietors of the hostel where Iâ€™m living, has knocked on my door a few times at night, come in, pulled a plastic chair up next to the bed where Iâ€™m sitting, and made herself at home. Iâ€™ve been getting out my Hindi phrasebook, trying to make conversation, but have only ended up butchering the language and failing to get my meaning across. I did look up the Hindi word for â€śfunny,â€ť which thankfully she understood and reacted to appropriately.
But for the life of me I couldnâ€™t figure out what this was about. So I grabbed one of the college students living here and asked her to translate: Turns out, Bina just wants to visit with me. The possibility never even dawned on me.
And then last night the knock on the door came, but this time with a motion to go out into the hallway. Bina had a tray of what looked like snacks. It was 9:30 and I'd already brushed my teeth, so through hand signals I motioned no thanks. After Bina walked away, one of the college students living in the hostel approached me.
A brief postscript: The next day I asked one of the students to explain to Bina that we donâ€™t have Puja in