So Here I am, still in Delhi 2 weeks after I arrived, and 1 week after I thought I would be in Orissa. I fear I am abusing the hospitality of Shashi and Shammi, and I feel awful for that. One of my biggest pet peeves is being rude, and I find one of the most rude things anyone can do is abuse hospitality. I should be a week gone already. But Shashi and Shammi feel bad for me due to my stolen wallet, and they are truly good people.
Even though they tell me they do not mind, I can feel that I am disrupting their lives. I wish there was some way I could repay them for their kindness. I try to be helpful, but there is little to be helpful with. I try to stay out of their way as much as possible, but they each have busy lives to stay busy with, so I am not interfering with that at least. They go to work, and I either sit down to read a book, or head out to the streets for a walk. Someday I go to Connaught Place, some days I go somewhere else, others I just walk around the nieghborhood.
It is not a nice feeling, feeling as though you are unwillingly taking advantage of someone's kindness. Even if they do not feel I am taking advantage of them, I still feel like I am. I do not want to encroach on their lives a day longer than I must, and unfortunately it seems like I will remain their guest until Monday the earliest.
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