It's hard work settling into the old routine. Sterile and Dull are my words for this week so far. New term of Youth Club at church starts up soon. That should liven things up!
Some pictures:
A kid from outside checking out the New Market club. I've got no idea how they recruit new members, but there's always a crowd of kids outside wondering what's going on inside. They are usually ushered away pretty quickly.
Now I don't want to idealise these people, and I got to know some street kids well enough to know they weren't angels, but these slum kids were always happy. Apart maybe from one who often seemed to be in tears with some little huff. Sat down waiting to start on one occasion and the girl in the front of the picture below started to sing some of the songs with her friend, doing the actions by themselves, unprompted (Let me tell you about my Jesus, I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him, yeah yeah yeah yeah). On other days as we gathered these girls and the lad would challenge me to a thumb wrestle. The one at the back in the middle cheats, little angel.
The girl at the top of the ladder is going home for the afternoon. Her friend is popping round to watch tele maybe. Note that: she's not climbing up to her bedroom, she's climbing the ladder to her home. I'm sat in my living room making the most of the wireless broadband and I'm going to have to reassess my estimate for how many families my house would take. I reckon this living room alone would house four families, cooking in the corridor and washing facilities a little way down the alley at the water pump.
And finally the kids at the Serampore club. Not one of the most polished performances we saw, but then it was just for fun and didn't follow days of preparation to welcome the 'Transform Team'. Still, it makes me happy to watch it.
One of my favourite photos of a shop. Leave your sandals outside please.
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