Say what?! Okay, so after the hospital trip, we made it back to Rising Star, and I was so excited for playtime! We were going to finish the dance I'd been teaching them. Well, I think there was a little power struggle, because some girls from another hostel were wanting to join us. Suddenly things erupt in Tamil, and cute Devi excuses herself to wash her face. I asked the girls what just happened. They were telling me to ask the hostel warden for permission to dance in their room. I'm thinking we weren't supposed to be doing what we'd been doing all week? Well, I did ask the warden, and she said play time was for getting fresh air. I said, ok, let's go dance on the grass. But the warden said no. Play time is for play time. Dance class is for dance. But I've gotta say, I feel like I'm playing every time I dance! I'm thinking tomorrow, we might be getting fresh air on the playground while moving in freakishly tandem rhythmic motion ;-)
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