pushpendra is the school's music teacher. he's only around 20 years old and seems to have it going on. he's handsome, a talented musician and singer, and very nice guy. i think there's at least one female teacher visiting his classroom an hour with any excuse just to see him. i may not be around to witness it (unfortunately), but i'm sure one of the girls here will break a nail or have some hair ripped out fighting over him.
he had mentioned to melanie that we should all visit his village, about 15 mins by motorbike and 45 mins by bicycle from here. so we went one day by bike. gautam (who knew the way), a boy named mori that lived nearby the school, anna, melanie and i left on a sunday morning together. it was a nice stretch of road once we went outside the town a bit. the best part was when we turned off the main road onto a smaller dirt road that bends and curves round the vast fields that surround the village. my favorite part of course.
we arrived in his small village and to his house ringing our bike bells, a few kids running behind us of course, to pushpendra standing outside with a big smile on his face. we received a warm welcome from him and his mother who was there making us some snacks and pakora (fried vegetable balls), followed by some sweets and coca-cola. he showed us around after we ate and rested. he took us to see his grandmother.. probably his great-grandmother since he said she was over a 100 yrs old. we entered her house, she sat on a khat (indian cot made of wood and handwoven rope), fanning away futilely at the thousands of relentless flies. he took us to his barn where we met his cows and ox. we walked around, looked at the view from his roof. a nice village with really welcoming and sweet people. it was great for us all to really spend time together and see where he grew up.
heading back, the trip seemed shorter. i think we all left really happy about the experience, and maybe even pleased with ourselves that we managed to have another one of those good sundays.
his grandmother
kids watching us on the roof
all of us (minus gautam) on his roof
his barn
heading back
he had mentioned to melanie that we should all visit his village, about 15 mins by motorbike and 45 mins by bicycle from here. so we went one day by bike. gautam (who knew the way), a boy named mori that lived nearby the school, anna, melanie and i left on a sunday morning together. it was a nice stretch of road once we went outside the town a bit. the best part was when we turned off the main road onto a smaller dirt road that bends and curves round the vast fields that surround the village. my favorite part of course.
we arrived in his small village and to his house ringing our bike bells, a few kids running behind us of course, to pushpendra standing outside with a big smile on his face. we received a warm welcome from him and his mother who was there making us some snacks and pakora (fried vegetable balls), followed by some sweets and coca-cola. he showed us around after we ate and rested. he took us to see his grandmother.. probably his great-grandmother since he said she was over a 100 yrs old. we entered her house, she sat on a khat (indian cot made of wood and handwoven rope), fanning away futilely at the thousands of relentless flies. he took us to his barn where we met his cows and ox. we walked around, looked at the view from his roof. a nice village with really welcoming and sweet people. it was great for us all to really spend time together and see where he grew up.
heading back, the trip seemed shorter. i think we all left really happy about the experience, and maybe even pleased with ourselves that we managed to have another one of those good sundays.
view from his roof
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