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Kodaikanal!

1. Ankit Mishra’s interest has been paid in full: he’s president of Sarvodaya Mandal now. Edit: secretary, not president.

2. I had a nice meal and 200 rupees were paid by one of the students.

3. A man appeared before our session today. He was in on it with one Minakshi. Some doctor. Address asking. The usual spectators.

4. I burnt the garbage after sweeping the library room. Read some verses from Japuji. Shri came late to class. We played maps and flags instead of the usual vocabulary quiz on Free Rice. She appeared happy with the exercise. I especially enjoyed working on flags because maps were difficult to work upon. We also played Grammar quiz. Then we did some catching practice. I look forward to test her tomorrow on Grammar.

5. The walk back from library seemed dreary. I had not slept much the last night. The number of steps between the dustbins: on my way: 152. Back: 162. I saw the Cricket academy coach outside Shatabdi. The masonic pulaav guy had shifted his shop to the other side.

6. Kodaikanal. UG said he began to choke over there. My friends didn’t take me there. The DLOG wanted me to share the experience. It was hot!

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Komatsu Dragon Spits

1. It’s not a problem. It’s only a narration of an event. I was listening to the morning news near a Komatsu road roller which has skating wheels. I was thinking whether it’s a story or a narration.

2. When, I saw the driver approaching the vehicle. He was brushing. The driver was brushing the tire of the road roller.

3. On my way back from the tea stall: a guy with a stick in hand was chasing a cow. I saw the guy as I was passing by the Komatsu road roller which had been parked.

4. A driver was waiting for me to approach. He spit on ground. For the reason that I had been standing near the road roller. What did he not like? Did I do something illegal? No. Not as far as I know. I told him that I had not done anything.

5. Maybe he didn’t like my face. My presence. My attire. My walking style. It’s not for the first time I have seen couple of people spitting on road. They belong to Ku Klux Klan. The Saracen foundary established a pillar in Gandhi Smarak Bhavan garden. She is the daughter of M.S. Khurana, ex-Chief Secretary of Jammu & Kashmir.

Hard at work eh?

6. A bespectacled lady was doing round on a bike . She was learning to drive. The second lady was the intriguing case. Not the first one. The epitome of hounds becoming Baskerville basketballs was seen here. Do they expect me to be unreasonable to the hierarchical structure? They shouldn’t. I’ll simply let their arrogance turn them into the nimbus.

7. The black insect is called ghamra. A bird called Ghenga picked it up and flew away while my interlocutor was saying that birds don’t eat its kind.