Thursday, December 12
On the way to the pond, 11:30
I woke up to a continuous heavy downpour that reminded me of Manchester in late autumn. The sky had a complete cover of grey featureless clouds, and only the temperature reminded me of India.
At 11:20 the rain lightens to a mere drizzle and I decide to race to the kiosk to buy some bananas. On the way I pass this: a genuine found object. I neither put it there nor arranged it in any way.
I will get back with bananas about ninety seconds before the drizzle, which had started to thicken, becomes a fully-fledged downpour again. The rain will continue till bedtime.