Crayons:
Some are sharp, some are pretty, some are dull, some have weird names, and all are different colours…
BUT, they all have to learn to live in the same box.
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More Floods!
It was another crazy monsoon in Mumbai. Not quite like 2005, but not too far from it. We had at least 5 days that were rained out...not just One! but the whole city.
In some areas, the water got backed up to neck level. The train tracks get flooded and the trains stop—stranding millions of people.
Thankfully, none of our families were displaced. However, there was an increased level of water born malaria and most of our families suffered. In one week, we took more than 10 children to the doctor with malarial symptoms.
Global warming and weather changes are everywhere!
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Letters from the Kids!
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Some students in India have advanced to the point of being able to write letters in English (with some help). Writing and receiving letters will be used for lessons in English, Geography, Culture, etc.
David and Nevidka were the first volunteers to start this project. They had ten students write simple introductory letters and had them take a fieldtrip to the post office to send them to Canada.
The children loved the ides of communicating with children so far away.
Here is Santosh’s letter:
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Horror Story...
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All of a sudden one night, Snehal (Sahil and Piyu’s mom) ran away to village with her children.
One week before she ran away, she was woken in the middle of the night by two men who were harassing her husband. She asked her husband why; he didn’t answer. The next morning, Snehal went to buy the ingredients for chai (tea); when she got back her husband was gone...he didn’t return all day. In the middle of the afternoon, the whole community descended on her demanding the whereabouts of her husband. She responded that she had no idea. Finally she was told the full story. Early that morning, her husband had gone to attack the two men that came to attack him. He beat them so bad that one of the men was in the Intensive Care Unit in the hospital. Knowing what he had done, he took off and wasn’t seen again.
We supported Snehal as much as we could, but after one week of harassment by her neighbors and the stress of taking care of the children, she left for village and we haven’t heard anything since.
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