First day in India (Delhi):
"Miss! Miss!"
*I turn around to see an Indian man holding two GIANT animal whips, my eyes widen
"Come on Miss, kinky nights! You like this? Come, good price!"
*Group runs briskly away (this incident occured directly after our talk on conservatism in Delhi).
Secon day in India (Delhi, outside ohjeeziforgotthename-MasJiid):
"Miss! Miss!"
*Turn around to see ANOTHER dedicated whip salesman
"Pleasure Miss! Pleasure!"
*move inside mosque quickly
Aga Khan School:
"Class what does it mean to lose you patience?" I asked
"It means that you are seeing a very bad doctor Miss," -Indian 7th grader
*Holding up picture of Edgar Allen Poe
"What do you think this man was like?" I asked
"Miss, he looks very ill." -another Indian 7th grader
"Good morning Miss!" -Indian 6th grader
"Good morning Salim," I relied
*mutual first bump of coolness
*After reading the Tell-Tale Heart
"Now, what do you think the moral of this story is?" I asked
"That all crazy people should be locked up!" -Indian 7th grader
*6th grade boy walks over and sits down next to me in library, he puts the side of his face into his palms and tilts his head...
"Miss, I just love you...you are always so shiny."
*9th grader enters the library with a little suavity in his step, he leans over the table I am sitting at and suddenly perks his head up...
"What is your good name Miss?"
"Maria..."
"From where have you came?"
"America..."
"Do you have a husband?"
"How much do you weigh?"
"What?"
"Aren't you like 14 and a little young to be harassing women?"
"Hahaha, I am 15 and I like smart women."
"Get to class before I beat you."
"I will stay for that..."
*flashes a smug grin
"Kanthi! This student of yours is harassing me..."
*needless to say, I haven't seen him since!
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