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Turning it all off

April 9, 2010

I watched the asthmatic, shriveled up, woman come out of her hut and wheeze about her grand-daughter. She was kidnapped, rescued and then taken again by her male relatives who will presumably do unspeakable things to her. I looked away and turned off my Tamil comprehension. They will give me a translation soon enough and in the translation, I don’t have to hear the woman’s voice. I don’t have to wish she would sit down somewhere. I don’t have to think about how peculiar her stomach looks sticking to her ribs like that. I look away and smile at the adorable, little girl standing a few feet away – smiling shyly at me. She will know soon enough — being a girl is ill-advised.

I only care about all this in relation to how it affects my own life. I prefer it that way. It’s tough business to open up your heart to their stories and really listen. It makes you feel like going away somewhere — preferably A/C’ed — and letting everyone know that you don’t have any answers and if you sound like you do, well, they are mistaken.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. malupocha permalink
    April 9, 2010 8:10 pm

    oh that’s so sad!

  2. April 22, 2010 12:33 am

    I felt this… So very sad indeed.

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