After my last entry, it’s been very silent on this blog. Every time I thought of writing something, it just felt plain wrong, as if after Darshini’s death nothing else counts any more and writing something new would somehow diminish her tragedy. I think of her every day, yet I try not to talk about her – I am hurting and it makes me cry too easily.
Lots of things have happened since, good and bad both. A browse through the last two years: Jess (one of the people who started our NGO in 2005) came back to Varanasi to head the pre-school; Dan (her husband) followed after a view months and teaches Maths & History at school now; last summer a student of ours drowned in the Ganga; Sven and me got a son; our school got demolished; and: Vishwas is back. That’s indeed a gleam of hope, and I’ll write about it in another post. Writing these few lines was a hard enough start.