Sunday, November 21, 2004


In a sun-dappled corner of the garden, by the grove of khujai-wa bamboo, we sit and talk baseball. Jitan is here, all grins. So is Ratan, his quiet face lighting up with anticipation. The demure baseball girls, Bhanu and Rinasori, hide a restrained energy I think.

We are late. The second cameraman is late.

Teja crouches, baseball cap turned around on his head. Mike asks the second camera to film him shooting the crowd.

I bring out the baseballs I had hidden away. We have Teja shoot Mike as she joins us and gives the baseballs to the players. I bring out the Ken Burns tapes. Happy happy.

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