Lately I have been struggling with not being able to speak or understand Nepali. It has been so frustrating because all I want to do is bust out in it when someone asks me something.
I think the thing that triggered this was on the Holi Holiday last Tuesday (to celebrate colour by throwing water and coloured powder at each other) our landlord asked us to celebrate with them on the rooftop and gave us a tikka. We were going to join in, but the festivities were over in like 20 minutes, so by the time we went up to join in, everyone was gone! Then they came down and shared with us some milky rice porridge with sultanas, which Jimmy absolutely loves (he polished off the whole bowl). And during all this we couldn't even communicate how grateful we were that they even remembered us! I mean, all we are are tenants - not family. But their kindness was so grately appreciated and I wanted to tell them that in their own language instead of all this awkward smiling and nodding because they had no idea what we were saying.
So today I have gotten onto the receptionist to find us a language teacher. So hopefully soon I will at least be able to bargain at the vegetable market because I swear they charge me double just because I speak english!
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