The milk was tasty. And before I could taste it papaya came for the first time. I could only touch one but Logar came smiling and we shared mangla’s love again. I closed the dhuni myself today when Maharaj retired after keeping the planets outside out of rat fear. We called different gods at sunset and went outside the mountain premises for the first time to buy rabbits for Gayatri. I met Manavendra and his horse called gambler over Thornhill. All together we went to a home of a woman whose face I forgot as soon as I met her and kept looking only at her nose pin. She told me my caste and asked me to slow down.
At that time I saw s man going away in the night towards the darkness in the fields. Dhuni was alive and fire was burning out of it. I went to sleep again but Morning came just then. Maharaj opened his eyes and said those three feathers on the table are of a swan, eagle and an owl. Look closely at sky today.