Sunday, February 9

I have come to observe the progress at the Vavvamoola club, and also to say hello to Lekshmi who has returned from her designated period of mourning. She returned on Friday but I didn’t really get a chance to talk with her at SISP. Too much else happened, and happened noisily.

I wander out the back to look around, and to get some fresh air. I see this bucket on a pole.

That’s all.