By Amber Kidner
It’s early fall and we’re back in Delhi having been gone for June and July. My fledgling Hindi has barely survived. Our time away was for the most part devoid of people that speak the language.
While we were away, we did a lot of swimming. On a whim I bought an underwater, disposable film camera. My sons were as eager to use it as I was. They loved jumping, floating, and sinking in the cool water. And they loved recording themselves in action.
As I brushed off my Hindi notes recently, I was reminded of our water summer, and I thought of my continued foray into this language like swimming in a pool. With a renewed sense of purpose I’m wading in: testing, floating, choking, shivering, enjoying…