1. Layers:

I went to find her. To teach. I was feeble when I saw the cat. It seemed as if she had become a large cat. I looked into its hypnotic eyes. Egyptian mysteries.

2. Dialogue

I didn’t have courage to search for her because if she was willing to study she would have been available on time. They had left when I was in dire need of money. Later as I mentioned it to two boys I was given 1000 rupees. At the same time Vaibhav said he no longer wanted me to teach him. Traps working together.

The president of trust comes facing East. There’s someone inside kitchen: invisible. I assume it to be her.

” I went there, to fill water;” the president says.

The president can’t fill water. He’s weak. But he’s the president. An Aryan.

It’s the Egyptian goddess.

3. Axe:

I sit before her. I appreciate our tryst and feel it was signed by her because it was the goddess who wrote it. I see the axe beside me. The coconut water: sacrifice. A card. I understand marriage in the truest sense that day.

I see another axe today. I see another ball today.

4. Ball

They were sowing fields and I was meditating. I find a ball near the boundary wall and give it to one of them. Later as I sit in the healing room: the lady feels that I am playing and not serious about the process.

Later his husband appears to complete the story: a nath kid complains about having lost bat and ball to Deewan. The Bhandari department. The husband tells: your documents are with them. You can’t be admitted to this school.

5. Wells

A well being cleansed. Bats. Tonnes of them. I was surprised to see purity of water increasing in my presence. A celebrity dies meanwhile. A platform built by him is place where I meditated for a while.

Another well gets an electric connection. It has been a running mystic thread for a while. I sat for meditation there. I took pictures there. Now it’s about leaves: mango and bananas. North and South. Aryans and Dravidians.

6. The president is Aryan. The secretary is Dravidian. The secretary came just an year before I arrived. Bhandaari, Sansaari and Deewaan.

7. Sansaari is ancient. Local. The president is ancient. Local. Bhandaari is ancient. Local. The deewaan is foreign. Egyptian mysteries.

8. Who employed him?

Is it the Deewan?

No. And yes.

Is it the Librarian? No and yes.

Is it the Sansaari?

No. No. No. Sansaari is tobacco connection.

Clearly tells: I wanted to bind you into an agreement.

I clearly tell him:……..

The social reformer?

The book reader?

The revolutionary?

The witness?

Which version is truest?

What does it mean to take electric current from the second well?

She dreamed of a white snake inside eastern well. The place where my bike got trapped in earth.

The questions without answers. It’s the dark path.

After six years:

I am getting 1000 as pocket money. Maybe 1500. If I continue to slave myself for government, maafia, Sansaari, Bhandaari and Deewaan.

Dogs on every street. Gutka shakers and random colors fighting for skeletons and a few crumbs of bread.

I had brown bread after a long time. I spent an hour with Ramona: searching for brown bread in Bangalore. I was in hospital with her when she fell ill. She could have managed on her own. Later her mother and aunt came. They gave us black coffee. Tonnes of it which was bitter. I couldn’t drink it. Culture.

There were 11 bengali people in my training batch. They used to say: “you look like a Bengali.” I never felt home anywhere. Always an outsider. Always a foreigner. Why so Sirius?

9. After the fucked up Egyptian mysteries: some clarity:

A man talks about rock. After Dhaniram.

James shares a poem he wrote in 2007, talking about no longer being a rock.

Mahaveera: the 24th teerthankara was a rock. I understand that language very well because of my conditioning.