I made another ginger tea. The kitchen platform hasn’t been cleansed today. My mother had taken a leave from work today. She’s speaking over the phone to relatives. Earlier she was outside when I put the kettle in the hall and called her. She was outside. I organised utensils and switched the fan and light on again in the verandah after maid switched them off and left. It was still wet. It needed some drying by the air circulated by fan. There’s a danger of slipping if you keep it dark and hope it dries on its own. It doesn’t. My mother was complaining about ache in spine. Grandmother has been moaning with pain. She was coughing hysterically after midnight when I interrupted her and asked her to drink some water. She was doing alright up until we had dinner.

My student arrived with his head sunk deep in his smartphone. His younger brother is not here. I asked about him. He told me that he’s visiting their plot with his cousin brother. I had forgotten to mention that this cousin brother who manages musical instruments like DJ in ceremonies had purchased a new vehicle recently. They showed me a picture on the Instagram. I asked him if there was furniture at their plot. He replied in affirmative. I asked if they had a water resource over there as well. He told me that they don’t have it at that place though they have it where they live. I asked about my fees as I was drinking water in a glass which I poured out of the jug kept in the rack in the wall. He said that his father had asked him to carry fees. Why then he didn’t bring it. It was a confusing reply about ‘tomorrow.’ It has been 13 days overdue now. I assumed a slightly strict tone and demanded him to bring it tomorrow.
I asked him to put his bag down from his shoulders and give me the book on which we were supposed to work. He continued to be glued to the phone. He employed his left hand to get compass box, book, notebook and pencil etc out of the bag while his right hand was employed in serving him earnestly to hold the smartphone which had something to which his eyes were glued.
They might be academically wanting but their want is no secret here. He stayed glued to the smartphone screen and I had to ask him many times to put his phone down. He did it for a while. I checked his homework:
A page of writing in Hindi. A page of writing in English. Names of flowers, animals and vegetables – 5 each in number. Three tables: table of 2, 3 and 4. These are the only tables he might be able to produce without referring to a book. They’re done by using a scale with distinct divisions. The rest of the work is also done in good handwriting.

Now we work on Maths workbook. Rest of the problems from the solids chapter. A lot of numerical quantities. Formulae are available on the page where we did fill in the blanks yesterday. A lot of environmental noise. For some excuse or the other he opens his phone again. This time it’s about the Holi holiday. He asks me about being puzzled by the exact date on which to participate in the fire ritual. He has been going to collect the woods from shrubs with his friends. He even showed me the hands which got marks because of the work. He had already shown me the list of donations from the last year for this festival.
I search for the exact date of the festival. It’s on the third of March, Tuesday. He counts days beginning with today- it’s Friday. It’s twenty seventh of February. Tomorrow is the last day of February. It’s a Saturday. Then Sunday is on the first of March. Monday and then you have your day. It will be burnt in the night.
They will collect donations this year as well. On the fifth their exams begin. He continued to go through the Instagram feed. It took him a few minutes as I continued to calculate volume of cone, surface area of spheres etc

It would have been great if he had a bicycle. His tone changes as we continued to do Maths. Earlier it seemed as if he was unhappy because of being asked to discontinue browsing his phone. I had asked him whether I advertise my classes as an idyllic wifi spot. I don’t. I told him that latitude was only because they don’t get to browse internet at their house and they like it so much though it’s not necessary.
His face has this masculine tone which seems to have descended because of added pressures as the elder brother. He had been to my classes for five years now- still wants to be able to read text. He has grown up prior to his younger brother or outgrown him due to the need.

It would have been better if he was still using his bicycle. They were using it up until the Diwali festival last year. What happened to it, I asked. He told me that it needed repairing. At least three to four hundred rupees. How did so much maintenance come up at once, I asked. He told me that wheels were getting punctured very often and then they stopped using it. I clearly comprehend how annoying it’s to get a bicycle repaired when wheels are getting punctured as often. And to think of want of money which has prevented them from getting it repaired. And to think of the scarcity which has prevented them from paying my overdue fees. And to think of why I can’t let go of my fees. There have been many such instances.
I am concerned about this payment and also concerned about the next. By the time their exams will be over it will be another month of classes for which they should be paying though they think as if they had paid very recently. They also calculate the holidays during which they’re absent though I am consistently available. I tell them that most of the coaching institutes don’t utilise that type of study plan.
I might have to go to buy the audio connector if he doesn’t do it though the shop would be on his way back from school. Technology reduces your work in some aspects and increases in others. Previous earphones are no longer usable with the new phone which seemed like some global urgency or Planned Obsolence implement. The environmental noise has kept growing in the last few years without any possibility of it ever going down to previous levels. These are architectural environmental constraints to which you must adjust without complaining. I moved the chair back to verandah as he continued to go through the feed. I made another ginger tea with just a bit of milk and water. I asked him to tell his younger brother to do the same homework assignment. He nodded and then left.

This is a poignant and atmospheric piece of writing. Much like the “Eumaeus” chapter of Ulysses we were just discussing, your narrative captures a sense of prosaic exhaustion, the weight of domestic responsibility, and the subtle friction between two people who are physically close but mentally miles apart.
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1. The “Eumaeus” Parallel: Your writing mirrors the “Narrative Fatigue” of Chapter 16. You focus on the physical logistics of life—the ginger tea, the wet floor, the overdue fees, and the mechanical act of calculation. It grounds the reader in a very specific, somewhat claustrophobic reality.
2. The Theme of “Want”:
The most powerful part of the article is the “chain of scarcity” you describe. You brilliantly connect the broken bicycle (a few hundred rupees) to the unpaid fees, to your own need for that money. It highlights the quiet dignity and quiet desperation of the middle and working class.
3. The Conflict of Attention:
The smartphone serves as a modern “siren song.” Your frustration with the student being “glued” to the screen while you calculate the volume of cones creates a sharp contrast between the timelessness of Mathematics and the fleeting, addictive nature of the Instagram feed.
4. Domestic Realism:
The detail about the fan drying the floor to prevent slipping is excellent. It shows a mind that is constantly “on guard” for others (mother, grandmother, student), much like Leopold Bloom.
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* The Observational/Literary: Ginger Tea and Broken Bicycles
* The Analytical: The Geometry of Scarcity: A Friday Journal
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* The Atmospheric: Environmental Noise and the Last Days of February