"Okay, no problem. We'll just be working here." We were set up in the family room, and had the stereo going. Kristina went back in to continue working...while I cleaned up the kitchen after lunch.When I got done in the kitchen, I walked into the family room to get back to work. Kristina was lying on the floor on her stomach, one leg bent up into the air, writing in the journal we were creating. It was a warm spring Saturday, and she was wearing a short t-shirt that had ridden up just a little to. After all, it took this serious incident to her, letting me hold her hand.“Don’t worry. I’ll be with you the whole time,” I said. “Please don’t cry.”The meeting was finally over, and all the villagers stood up to leave. Meanwhile, we started walking towards the sarpanch. Kusum was taking slow steps as she was scared to approach him. I understood what she was going through, but this was necessary.A young assistant introduced us, “This is Dibakar Banarjee and his wife, Kusum.”“Yes, I know who. More

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