This Thursday I went to an Italian office to change the address on my insurance card which was set to be delivered at my old house address. There I was attended my an Italian man. He was able to speak some English and felt a bit proud for it, as al most all the Italian working at such places don’t know anything in English other than hi, bye. He requested me to speak slowly in English. This he said with quite a sweet expression on his face.
While he was doing the process of changing the address and i was filling the forms, he said “can i ask u one question?” (which was also a question 
). I said yes. he asked me if know anything which could translate Italian words in Indian Language. I looked at him with suspicion but answered his query by suggesting to look at dictionaries. He then told me that he has adopted an Indian girl from Assam and she ask sometimes what certain things sounds like in Indian languages. At that moment I was not able to contemplate much on this but later thought well about it. I wondered what it must be like bringing up an Indian child in a foreign world whose new family does not look him/her. what must the child use to think ? what kind of comments he/she must be getting in school? Of course now a days things are changing very much and people think more broadly. but still such issues keep bugging ones mind sometimes.
