A Little Bit of Progress

The doorbell rang at 7.50 this morning, and there at the door was a woman I didn’t recognize.  

She said she had come to work, which puzzled me, but I pointed at the number on the door and suggested she had come to the wrong apartment.  She didn’t seem convinced, and asked if I needed any work doing.  “Not here”, I told her.  She asked again, and I told her the same thing.  After a few minutes of back and forth, she reluctantly she went away.

Not a particularly Earth-shattering exchange, but it was all in Hindi.  Why she should have decided to speak to me in Hindi I’ve no idea — with my blue eyes there’s no way anyone’s ever going to think I’m Indian.  Maybe she figured that Hindi would be a better bet than Kannada, if she didn’t speak English.

I’ve been learning Hindi for just over a year now, and I’m constantly frustrated at my lack of speaking skills.  Probably because I don’t get enough chance to practice.  I can read and write much more comfortably, albeit slowly.  But listening and speaking feel more elusive.

But even though this was a bit of a messy exchange, at least I understood what she was saying, and made myself understood back. It felt like a little bit of progress.



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