Manju and Me: Finding Gratitude in an Unlikely Friendship
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Her name was Manju and she’d come to us on a rainy afternoon from an employment agency that specialized in hiring out domestic help. She wore a faded orange salwar-kameez, the baggy pants and tunic that are the everyday dress of scores of women across India, and she’d covered her head to protect it from the spattering rain with an even more faded dupatta, or scarf. She wore chunky-heeled sandals, her toenails were painted red, and although she looked tired, she smiled, her eyes sparkling.
Manju and Me: Finding Gratitude in an Unlikely Friendship
Manju and Me: Finding Gratitude in an…
Manju and Me: Finding Gratitude in an Unlikely Friendship
Her name was Manju and she’d come to us on a rainy afternoon from an employment agency that specialized in hiring out domestic help. She wore a faded orange salwar-kameez, the baggy pants and tunic that are the everyday dress of scores of women across India, and she’d covered her head to protect it from the spattering rain with an even more faded dupatta, or scarf. She wore chunky-heeled sandals, her toenails were painted red, and although she looked tired, she smiled, her eyes sparkling.