1. Ajit Jogi and Bezaan Daaruwaala leave.

2. I met an octagenerian. He used to live here as a tenant. The fact that I began reading literature written by Shriram Sharma and continued reading it till I left for Kota, Rajasthan for the preparation of JEE was made possible by him. He had an ample amount of literature which he had purchased during the 1992 Ashvamedh Yajna. He was an officer in the education department. A martinate. A bit peevish. He’s currently suffering from consumption, like my grandmother . The meeting today was brief.

3. There was again a lightning episode yesterday which killed three young men in a village nearby. They were in their farmhouse for picnic.

4. Temperature dropped again. On May 13, it was for the first time: I participated in the prayer meeting. I was enjoying a bike ride in a thunderstorm and my uncle who had planned to join me had to drop out because of the weather after we had a visit to the temple of the Goddess.

5. Our matches are turning out to be low scoring these days. I expect that young people would understand apocalypse. I forget my multiple demises. I can’t keep my experience in mind while I communicate with them. Cricket.

6. Height experiments are fun to demonstrate. I was successful in showing it to 3 witnesses. My height is variable between two measures. It has been consistently so.

7. As I was weeding out the carrot grass: I saw a black monkey. It was near the mango tree. Near the green tomb of the saint. I uprooted 100 plants. I had conversation about Bengal : Karna, Mahabharata, Angadesha and devotional anecdotes. It was after my reading of rice cultivation.

8. The day was rich only because of the weather. Unless the temperature was bearable I wouldn’t have been able to write this note comfortably. I saw the maid on my walk back from the wilderness. She had sent her two daughters for work because she had injured her right hand middle finger. Similarly my uncle injured his while trying to chip the Supari as I was taking a nap on sofa on Sunday.