Ismail. I love him, desperately. Up until yesterday, he was being a total punk and would only speak to me in Tamil. But, I didn't care, because it meant that he was talking to me.
Maybe because he saw that I had rekindled my friendship with some of the other boys. Maybe because the weather has gotten cooler. Maybe because he was tired yesterday.
The reason is irrelevant, but he has officially reaffirmed to me that my love is not one sided. After snuggling up to me at lunch to tell me about his day, and then practically falling asleep in my arms last night, and then coming to find me in another hostile so that I could come help him with his homework, I have no doubt that my friend Ismail is one of the coolest, sweetest (sometimes a punk) friends I have ever had.
oh yeah. he's pretty adorable too.
hopefully it wasn't a one day thing. even if it was. it was magical.
my life in India is perfect. I don't ever want to leave.
peace. love. and Ismail
Maybe because he saw that I had rekindled my friendship with some of the other boys. Maybe because the weather has gotten cooler. Maybe because he was tired yesterday.
The reason is irrelevant, but he has officially reaffirmed to me that my love is not one sided. After snuggling up to me at lunch to tell me about his day, and then practically falling asleep in my arms last night, and then coming to find me in another hostile so that I could come help him with his homework, I have no doubt that my friend Ismail is one of the coolest, sweetest (sometimes a punk) friends I have ever had.
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hopefully it wasn't a one day thing. even if it was. it was magical.
my life in India is perfect. I don't ever want to leave.
peace. love. and Ismail
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