Later I asked my sister in law, Anthony Mary, what this celebration was for and she said the young girl officially began womanhood, so we have a party. Wonderful….a party to celebrate THAT. When we arrived, the mother (relationship to Conrad still unknown) kissed me and ushered me off to take pictures with said young girl. When I met her I said, “Congratulations!” Is that what one says on such occasions? I have no earthly idea.
Anyway we stood and took pictures with her for about twenty minutes. Everyone wanted pictures with the family Gori (foreigner) I guess. Isabelle had a wonderful time being a sheer terror and running from relative to relative and dancing. This kid loves to dance. Put on a Bollywood tune and watch her spin.
Sunday also marked Isabelle’s first Auto Rickshaw ride. Five of us in a little auto. Isabelle, not only free from her car seat, but free from things like seatbelts and doors…and in Indian traffic. This is certainly a conscientious parents worst nightmare. Lucky for us, we are not conscientious, but this mode of transport with a wiggling kid is still a challenge. I’m beginning to understand why Indian mothers take their children virtually no where.
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