I am extremely shy. It is difficult sometimes for me to accept how very shy I am. At times I judge myself harshly for it – despite better judgment, in the sense of knowing better than to wield harmful hurtful rejection upon myself. But I restored my heart today, as I just had the sweetest experience with a group of school boys.
They were descending by me as I was sitting near the staircase.
He and his little sister help her weigh my things and translate for us, as we only speak very few words of each other's language.
I am practicing Hindi and figured out how to say “Do you have limes?” So now when I arrive, he will call me from afar, letting me know: “Nimbhu hain!”
He also greets me this way now 😀, away from the fruit stand of his mother. “How are you?”, he'll say, “Nimbhu hain!”
The boys hesitated on the next floor below. My deceased father's spirit appeared, laughing as he was observing the children, and said to the spirit of my (still living) mother: "ha die Nora die lacht halt immer so schoen", "our Nora always smiles so beautifully", indicating that the boys were hesitating for this reason.
I realized that they had been very shy with me. Only when I smiled and waved, they dared to come and chat a bit.
It's so okay and very sweet to be shy!