November 11. “Button, I saw a beautiful sight on my way back from the suburbs this afternoon.”
“Would you like to tell me about it?”
“Would you like to tell me about it?”
“What are you talking about?”
“I don’t have a clue. One’s a bird; the other’s a woman!”
I was more or less confident that we would get to see Sadhu and Shabby after four days but that did not happen.”
“Dark Lindt chocolates, bhel, fish…”
“Even I don’t seem to understand what’s happening.”
“Really? But why? How will fishermen survive?”
Have been feeling feverish since the morning. I only hope I don’t get the flu.”