I travel Tollygunge Circular Road four times a day now. It is the only way to get from Shishur Sevay in Sahapur to the school in Golf Green where the handicapped children now attend. As with the earlier school, I will do drop off and pick up until all seems known to me, my staff, the school staff, and the kids. (The kids are always the easiest.) We leave the Home at 8:15 to get the kids there before nine, and then to drop off our dyslexic child at her school, which is near the school for the handicapped. We get home about ten. AT 11:15 we start off again, to pick up the little ones, then the big girl, then home by one pm.
Tollygunge Circular Road is a two lane street, lined with sidewalk hawkers, and produce sellers. It is a major thoroughfare so there are big trucks and buses squeezing through. AT the other end of the Road is construction so before the major intersection traffic moves one lane at a time.minu The trip can take as little as 20 minutes or a long as and hour and a half. Sometimes I doze off.
Tollygunge Circular Road, its name reverberating in my head — a name from the past… Tollygunge Circular Road, the address where my younger daughter spent the first two months of her life. I pass the building every day, four times a day. India is where so many threads of my life come together. I am here doing what I wrote of wanting to do when I was in High School, namely taking care of orphans. I am here picking up the pieces of some of the people left behind. In some odd way, as my Indian daughter has written, we have changed lives. I am here taking care of business, some business left over from adoption lies. I'm here because my children are here and I won't leave them, but my roots are actually deep.
An old haiku of mine:
In nature's order
A tree grows as its roots grow
Not from stretching truth.
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