So the kids here just sit on the floor for class. They have little clipboards or clipboard like things that they use for writing surfaces. The teachers all sit in plastic patio chairs. (Yes, those ubiquitous mass produced ones you're thinking of.) I don't usually sit in a chair, despite many efforts to get me to do so. It's akin to trying to refuse food in any Indian home. I'm usually standing at the board, crouching with a book, or sitting on the floor in a circle with the kids.
Usually during my second class the cook (I think she's the cook at the center) brings us tea. Today they were out of tea masala, so it was hot, sweet milk instead. I was sitting in a circle doing the 'How are you?' exercise with the kids and not paying attention to her talk with the Marathi teachers. I don't know if she had been trying to ask me if I wanted milk or what. But she walked right up to me, grinning all the time, and pinched my cheeks really hard. Maybe she thought it was cute that I was sitting on the floor like a child. I'm really not sure.
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