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Why None of It Makes Sense||||||

I have my student with me here outside the library of Gandhi Smarak Bhawan. It is raining cats and dogs.

We are in a Jolly good mood because of the rainfall and Storm. The wind is very fierce and we have been frolicking making fun joking about personality traits.

This is a friendly interview so please take it in your stride and don’t mind it.

Question 1. Have you lost your way?

Answer 1. No.

Question 2. How to reach God?

Answer 2. What what do you mean by God?

Question 3. { The interviewer parted by the second question because of a phone call which stretched indefinitely. The interviewee carried on with his business of teaching.}

They have dispersed now. Storm seems to have relaxed. The thunderstorm is not as frequent in this region therefore it is entertaining for us.

Clouds bursting. I was recounting some linguistic accidents. These people look bored now. The adventurous spirit which was present in the beginning has died down. Now it is more about the drainage of water than about the rainfall. In a while I will far from here my bike is drenched in the rain. Boys in my vicinity will not be able to get even today.

Four boys drowned in the river Kane today. Today morning I was reading that out of 20 years of this century for the 13 years we had less than required rainfall. That is why most of the labourers had to escape to distant regions for earning their livelihood. Some of them have come due to the covid-19. For most of the time we were not even conscious of having a liver in our town.

If 25000 people die every day in India why do I not see any complaints about lack of availability of space for their funeral rites. Why would only 400 deaths per day I would create search a fuss about the last rites? Refer to the recent video shared by someone about the lack of availability office space for funeral RITES in Delhi. That is a fake news or actual count of people who have been dying recently because of the virus is much higher.

Nothing really is happening. It is the same news everyday. Agitprop pops up everyday. As usual Kangana Ranaut makes no sense. I don’t even want to give an explanation for this statement. Please help raise awareness for Euthanasia

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Temperature dropped again.

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.

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