Rama stood in the Philadelphia YMCA auditorium facing six hundred people. Dr. Bodley’s introduction made her support for Rama’s project clear. She’d even created the title: “A Hindu Widow Talks to American Women — A Unique and Striking Scene.” When Rama expressed discomfort with the title, Dr. Bodley brushed aside her hesitation.
“Well, I had to announce the title, and there wasn’t time to discuss it with you. Don’t worry; every word is accurate. You’ve only got to fill in the scene.”
Rama twisted her fingers. I’m a Hindu widow, and these are American women. That just leaves the scene. Rama remembered her first recitations. I’ll do what Mama taught me. First I’ll compliment them. Then I’ll entice them.
Rama smiled to herself, took a deep breath and walked to the podium. It’s just like reciting Sacred Legends. Meet them where they are and tell my story. Rama gazed above her listeners, cleared her throat, and projected her voice.
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