Rain



When it occasionally rained, the maydan (dirt area outside our house) would flood. People would place rocks to join the areas of dryish dirt together. From their gate women would hoist up their skirts, trying hard to stay clean - washing clothes was hard work, why make more hard work even if you were exposing more leg than was considered polite - and use the stepping stones to get out to the main street. Perhaps to catch the bus, or to go to the dukaan to buy the expected bottle of coke for a visitor. The water dried up pretty quickly and the maydan was soon back to a sandy dry wasteland.

One year some of the neighbours were doing construction. It rained hard and Pots was very excited, as were all the kids in the neighbourhood.

Pots climbed up the sand/gravel hill with her friends, 2 girls and 2 boys that she often played with.
A great adventure.



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