Moving into a completely new apartment building in a new city in a new country can be hard. But I know that one thing that is constant in every single country on earth is that children will always help the situation - somehow. That's a big statement, yes, but it's remarkably true for every country on this earth that I have visited. India is no exception; in fact, it proves the point perhaps most of all. The love I have received from the kids in my building so far is amazing and I am eternally grateful for it. One girl, my next door neighbor named Gargi, who is three and a half, has already had a dramatic impact on my life here. Our door is always open, and people of all ages parade in asking for Sandhya, Niranjan, or Ajie more times than I can count. They offer leftover food, bring gifts for no reason, and just come to talk. It's a really beautiful thing.
Gargi and I became friends instantly. She comes over all the time, and we talk, or draw, or she gives me Marathi lessons (sometimes she teaches me English, because she is also learning that in school. I pretend I only know a little and she has a blast with that :)). Sometimes we play Jenga, or some other game. Connecting with her has added a whole new flavor to this experience and it's going to make it really hard to leave.
we also took some excellent selfies together, obviously.
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