Post from Michelle:
I find the women of India beautiful. They all have long, black flowing hair and wear bright colorful saris. The fabrics shimmer while their arms, covered in bangle bracelets, sparkle. Even the women I see working in the fields and doing hard labor are colorfully dressed. So, in my short hair, dingy travel pants, and T-shirts I feel far from their elegance.
It did not help today when the bus we were taking stopped for a break and as I headed to the women's bathroom a man called out to me. As I turned to face him he sputtered and coughed and then turned red. Then, in his thick Indian accent said, "Never mind. I thought you were a boy, not a girl." He had been trying to save me from an embarrassing situation but instead put himself right in the middle of one. I smiled graciously, pointed to my hair and said, "Short hair!" We both smiled awkwardly and I continued on my way.
I think I will look into buying a skirt.
It did not help today when the bus we were taking stopped for a break and as I headed to the women's bathroom a man called out to me. As I turned to face him he sputtered and coughed and then turned red. Then, in his thick Indian accent said, "Never mind. I thought you were a boy, not a girl." He had been trying to save me from an embarrassing situation but instead put himself right in the middle of one. I smiled graciously, pointed to my hair and said, "Short hair!" We both smiled awkwardly and I continued on my way.
I think I will look into buying a skirt.
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