We spent the morning in song. As a thick grey monsoon shrouded the room in a 4am darkness, my hostess began to sing, recite, and translate, at my request, traditional Assamese songs. She hustled back and forth, cooking, getting her son ready for school, singing. Shed appear at the door, apologise for forgotten lyrics, then remembering snatches, run back to the kitchen singing them, humming the gaps. Then she thrust three handwritten sheets into my hands as the monotone whoosh of incessant monsoon rain got even louder. Pages from my diary. I wrote them out for you last night. It will give you a feeling for my life. Assam, June 24, 2014. #riverdiaries
Posted on: Tue, 24 Jun 2014 06:13:15 +0000
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