Sunday, March 2

Yesterday, it rained as we walked to the beach and then stopped, and then rained as we walked home. It rained harder and harder as the evening went on.

Today it rained almost all day. I had not planned on going to Subash Centre and Vavvamoola this week, but I did. Lekshmi had to have the day off for the 41 day pooja for her brother. These usually take place 16 days, 41 days, and one year after a death.

In the early evening, when we might still expect some light in the sky, I sit on the balcony and look out into the darkness. The road looks like a shallow marsh and I watch a motorbike slicing through the puddles.