Monday, June 12

This morning we had a wild time at the anganwadi in Vavamoola which included several plot twists I shall return to soon.

In the afternoon I get hemmed in by the rain. I go and fit the tarpaulin in the washing machine area to keep the worst of the monsoon away from the washing machine. The cat we usually call Haze arrives looking for milk and I realise that I need more if we both intend drinking some. The cat sits and waits, making irritated sounds, and then the rain stops and I hurry down to the kiosk by the temple, and back again.

I narrowly avoid getting wet. The rain starts heavily again seconds after I arrive back and the cat comes back in looking for milk.

It has ceased to regard me as the enemy and now happily sits at my feet trying to draw attention to its need for milk; and it certainly doesn’t bother if I move around the kitchen while it drinks.