Saturday, November 8

Today Usha and family commenorated the first anniversary of Praman’s death. We attended the lunch.

Afterwards Irma went scooting and when she returned I went for a walk to the beach and the dog we have come to call Pearl followed me home. She seems contented with her lot, happy but not needy or desperate, in a way that contrasts heavily with Shanti, who had almost died and very much wanted and needed help.

She came in, had something to eat and now she lazes around, sometimes asleep and sometimes watching to see what she can see. I photograph her while she lies around.

I go for a walk. Pearl walks beside me.

When I return home we feed her.