Today was a Sunday filled with joy and love...meaning nice things that made me feel good. I woke up at nine, which is nearly unheard of for me to sleep in so late (especially as I was in bed at 10:30), and missed breakfast, though the nice man who I pass every day coming into the hostel offered to go get me some, but I assured him I'd be okay. (This all happened in hin-glish)
I then went to my favorite cafe and actually did work while enjoying real coffee and banana bread.
This evening, I went out for my lovely excursion in exercise in the dark back lawns of campus. As I was running around, a dog decided to run around too. I decided the dog was saying, 'look! I like running too! lets run together!'
As I invited the dog over, it turned out she had impeccable doggy manners, slowly rolling onto her back in front of me. Unconcerned then that she would get excited and try to nip me as I was running, I continued. When I stopped to do yoga, she came over for a little while, watching me and just hanging out. When she left a different dog came and said hi. This dog I knew as Hazel, the friendly brown dog that frequents our singing practices. I named the other one Deer, because she reminded me of a deer. My dad asked why I didn't name her Bambi...honestly the name didn't cross my mind...but I'm just gonna call her Deer.
I also saw a shooting star and had one of my favorite meals in the cafeteria.
Now! back to Winson Churchill, Bengal Famines, and World War II.
I then went to my favorite cafe and actually did work while enjoying real coffee and banana bread.
This evening, I went out for my lovely excursion in exercise in the dark back lawns of campus. As I was running around, a dog decided to run around too. I decided the dog was saying, 'look! I like running too! lets run together!'
As I invited the dog over, it turned out she had impeccable doggy manners, slowly rolling onto her back in front of me. Unconcerned then that she would get excited and try to nip me as I was running, I continued. When I stopped to do yoga, she came over for a little while, watching me and just hanging out. When she left a different dog came and said hi. This dog I knew as Hazel, the friendly brown dog that frequents our singing practices. I named the other one Deer, because she reminded me of a deer. My dad asked why I didn't name her Bambi...honestly the name didn't cross my mind...but I'm just gonna call her Deer.
I also saw a shooting star and had one of my favorite meals in the cafeteria.
Now! back to Winson Churchill, Bengal Famines, and World War II.
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