Wednesday, May 24

Evening has arrived suddenly, as it always does here, and we sit on the balcony looking across the road at the house there.

A young woman from Delhi has rented a room over there with her partner, while they spend a year working at the Leila. The other day she approached us and more or less demanded that we rent her a bigger room, with a kitchen.

We didn’t, although Irma did ask Udaya if he knew of anything available locally. He talked with her, but apparently nothing he suggested met her criteria and he gave up.