My Hearts

I'm writing this on May 6th, 2010. I'm a week shy of 9 months in India, and the sun has set on my last Sotla day.

By the time this reaches the blogosphere I will be back in Los Angeles comforts. Village streets will be a month away from my present tense, separated further from my being by the weeks of (yet to be determined) crazy travel in between my return home.

I'm spending this evening packing, sweating over the prospect of not having any train to anywhere for vacation, and looking through my pictures of Girls' Club. My last Girls' Club.

I am overwhelmed with joy.

I wrote recently that it is just life here. No more romance. It is days and evenings and mornings and happens compiled in between. This is as true today as it was weeks ago. Mostly, it's just life.

But that doesn't stop the poetry.

My heart breaks with love for the girls I have spent the last 9 months playing and talking and arguing and sitting with. They are exquisite, unique, full of life and yearning. They are teenagers, stubborn, moody, temperamental. They are immature, lacking in any real concept of the world outside of their own being (as many budding teenagers as are. Or rather, as many human beings are). But they are kind, and considerate, and inquisitive. They are brimming with life. And, at the finale of this all, they are the 5 beautiful reasons why Sotla stole my heart.