One day while were in Koonthankulam Bird Sanctuary, a friend of Jayakumar’s stopped by to visit him. That evening, the three of us traveled to a nearby village to have dinner with his parents and grandparents. One of the little girls got very excited that I was there. Her mother leaned over to me and told me that the little girl had only seen white people on the television—that this was a very important experience for her. The little girl rushed me around (here is where you have your mental image of this skinny white girl being dragged around by a small Indian child) to meet every single grandparent, auntie, and uncle. The whole time, she giggled and shouted “akka, vanga,” which means “come, sister.” She once remarked to her mother in Tamil that I was so white that she seemed African!
What a lovely, crazy day.
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