:: I ask her name. She mistakes me for a fluent Tamil speaker and launches into an epic monologue. I somehow understand everything she tells me, between the words I know, the way she clicks her tongue in self pity, and uses her hands to gesture defeat. She is alone in this world.
Her husband passed away and she has no children. I don't quite know what to say. I point to holy Arunachala and make a devotional sign with my palms together.
She clicks her tongue once more and throws her hands up in the air. "Yeah, Arunachala. It's not going to feed me is it?" #perspective ::