We explored the city today and went to the house (more like a complex) of Rabindranath Tagore, a famous Bengali artist. When he was alive, the house and grounds surely bustled with activity. But now, his home is the most open, quiet space I’ve experienced in Kolkata.
In contrast, when we went into the RLD with Taya yesterday, she welcomed us into her 12’ x 12’ home and invited us to sit on the full-sized bed she shares with her 16 year-old son. Despite their limited resources, all Indians view their guests as royalty—so Taya insisted on buying mango juice for the five of us. When I complemented her earrings, she proceeded to take them out of her ears and try to put them in mine. Thankfully, I was able to persuade her to keep them, but I’m continually amazed by how willing Indians are to share resources, time, and space. Also, as we sat in her home sipping our mango treats, a goat walked in… only in India. J
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