As I write the material five days later the events of this day have become but vague recollections, impressions on sand swept away by the wind and the air.
The gloomies I'd been feeling earlier had gone down significantly. For lunch I had the leftovers from the night before. Wrote a bunch in the afternoon as I had to cover up for the day before. For dinner N made Lattey, which is like dhakani but different and P made alooko achaar. Hot and sour, so good.
Went to sleep early in the evening, and didn't have enough energy to write. Sound sleep it must have been!
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