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The girl led her to a corner of the room which was sloped downwards. She
dunked the cup in the pot; it made a deep plunk and rose up full. “Oh, actually,”
Megha laughed self‐consciously “not to drink, I just want to wash my face,” she
said, gesturing at the dirt on her face. After a moment’s hesitation the girl
replied, “Bhale, I’ll pour then.”
“Just a minute,” Megha said and quickly walked away to retrieve her face
wash from the pocket in her handbag where she kept her few cosmetics. She
could feel the girl look at her purse and her wonder when she squeezed out some
soap cream from the tube, but she looked away when Megha caught her eye. She
signaled and the girl poured a thin stream of water in which Megha wetted her
face and then applied some soap. The expensive fragrance of the face wash
intruded the room. Megha signaled her to pour more, slightly annoyed with the
insufficient water to take off the bubbly face wash. The girl finally poured
glassfuls of water that finally washed off the soap suds.
A small hole was made in the wall that led the white, soapy water running down
the slope, out into the green grass. Then the girl asked shyly, “Bén, can you give
me your clip. I really like it a lot,” she said, pointing towards Megha’s hairclip.
“Why…of course!” Megha said a bit surprised as she unclasped her clip.
But then when her hair fell forward on her face she hesitated, “But this is the
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