1. Where do I begin?

2. Here: listening to music and working on this article. You need details.

3. I observed a kingfisher as I was walking inside the stadium this morning.

4. This view is new as it didn’t exist couple of days ago! Height is the aspect.

5. I counted the cellphone towers: 27 of them.

6. I met three kids: two girls and boy. None of them had footwears in their feet. They were going to meet their father. The eldest daughter spoke to me as I stopped them near a tree. Let it be noted that Japanese Sun and Japanese guava were observed at the same place. The barber was coming just behind them. I had taught them in their school.

The girl asked: “Our mom was asking if you would come to teach us at home? “

How much will I be paid? I didn’t hesitate because I knew that the eldest girl was intelligent enough to answer that.

300 rupees was the answer.

No ringed in my mind immediately.

I know it for sure that I was not going to get any further work in that region. Slaving in that school only brought “My name is Vyas Chappal number Seven.”

And competition from people who knew that I wasn’t looking for a government job.

And jabs from neighbors. Bharat Hotel: 20 rupees.

One day: Inayat sir is supreme. Second day: A CAC comes.

I know how best to develop creativity and vocabulary: by telling stories. By reading them aloud. But the midday meal. Records. Handpump. None of it isolated. The filthy smell of piss I kept consuming is still a bad memory. The sister-in-law plus brother were dark. As dark as it gets. Though they looked fair. Younger sibling doubted if they were planning to kill the father.

None of them were killed. I was. Repeatedly.

I was one. Total and whole. I still am. I was dangerous to fake groups and fake people.

7. Those girls studying in seventh and sixth classes might or might not come to attend coaching classes. They didn’t pay my fees in last such instance and disappeared without notice.

8. I regularly eat poha as a breakfast at little girl’s father’s shop. A roadside stall. He’s barely managing his family with what he gets. His wife sells vegetables. Whether they’re happier or I am: can’t be quantified. I asked them recently about the fees because I needed to know how much was the norm these days. It’s 150 rupees for small children. While 150 per hour isn’t bad if you have 5 or 6 students : working only to teach one student means : not getting even your pocket money.

9. I kept selling myself short until I had freedom. Now I am too popular and I counted: this is a normal day: at least 7 people tried to show me something or the other.

10. I asked the Gandhi Smarak Nidhi trustee about its previous trust members as I got a book in my hands yesterday. Dr. Rajendra Prasad was the first president of this institution. The current head has been elected for two terms consecutively.

11. I found a book by Deborah Frieze. It’s about walking. I intend to read it. I also intend to read a book on Khajuraho. So far I haven’t read any.

12. We played the game of verbal responsiveness. Shri and I. She lost by a margin of 160 points today. The last time she had lost by 100. She asked me to grow hair and I asked her to trim her nails down a bit.

13. I asked her to learn at least 10 words from the list of words we noted as we played the free rice game. She was drowsy and cough made it difficult for her to talk. I did most of the work. I had spotted her in the farm after saluting her father and asking her where she was to be found. She was picking potato leaves for.

14. A bespectacled boy came in auto. He looked inside the library as he was talking over the phone.

15. The librarian was spotted near post office. Siddheshwara side stand. A doll in a basket. A pattern long forgotten: newspapers, animals, goons and masons not hurting me inside the premise. I can tell you this for sure: I will do as I need and please and can and consider worthy of being done. All of those protections were removed within a moment’s notice. They’re fake like their weavers. You jerk off once and they’re gone. Opportune. I don’t believe in them anymore.

16. I bowled 42 times. It was after I walked three rounds. Why was Tiwariji honking a friendly horn was a mystery. The stadium is full of crackers shops.

17. Burn…but like a lamp…was the message written behind a yellow vehicle. All forced messages tend to suggest that posts attained by government officials are absolutely adorable. Ramses. Arcturus. The Archer. The warrior. Gandhi kept chanting ram. It’s like advocating non-violence but praying for invisible weapons. Passive agression. All self protection is violent. A child or damsel might not be able to protect itself like a beast does: but its innocence is designed to hypnotize the assailants. Rest of the justice is ensured by some mysterious indistinguishable karmic web. Followers of Ram are all warriors. They’re not non-violent people. Absolutely non-violent paradigm as in case of Buddha or Mahaveera or Laotzu or Vallalar: transforms the hearts of those coming in touch via touch and not necessarily because of admonishing. That’s Satyagraha. The planet of Satya. Sat. Seth. The record keeper. Yama. The wheel of Dhamma.

18. Like the planet Cricket. Planet dance. Ambrosial planet. There are countless dimensions.