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It was still foggy when I woke up this morning. I couldn't see more than a few metres down the street, and next door were only visible as a few shadows through a kind of overreaching blur. Nevertheless, my mother still tapped her foot, said what time do you call this, the maid wanted to clean my room, I was going to be late, etc., etc. I wasn't going to be late. I didn't have anywhere to go. That said, I should be studying for my finals, and I can't do it at home because people are always coming in and visiting and besides, our generator isn't working and the AC is better in the library. Didu was doing her morning puja, so I dropped into the mandir just for prasad, and she couldn't decide whether or not to complain about my clothes (jeans, a nice kurtha for a change, dupatta) and then I went and caught an auto. (No car - there's no parking at IIT, these days, and I don't really like driving when they're digging up the roads again.)

Got in, went to the library, my cell rang immediately - my mother, wanting me to stop by the Bengali Market on the way back - had a couple of hours uninterrupted study. Which is more than I would have got at home, I suppose, but it does get a little tiring. I won't have the weekend for studying unless I make very good excuses - a wedding, which I'd rather not go to. The panditji looks at me in a very knowing way, and taps his feet, and says things about auspicious days and years. I'm lucky that my parents weren't married at my age, but the aunties are starting to drop hints.

I did get some work done, but rather than go straight home, in the end I took a roundabout route, picked up mithai at the Bengali Market and went via Dadu's house. He was happy to see me - he always is - but said not-entirely-false things about my never having time for my old Dadu any more, and I sort of agreed to stay for dinner without thinking about it. It's very bad of me, but one of the reasons I like it when they ask me to dinner is I can have chicken and fish sometimes - it's not that Baba really doesn't want me to have it, but it couldn't be cooked at home. Dinner was lovely, as usual - puri-sabzi, but also fish - and afterwards we went to India Gate and bought ice-cream, and he told me embarrassing stories about how I used to beg for ice-cream when I was five. It was just the two of us, and we were talking in the nice comfortable way we sometimes do, and he asked me, what I want to do after my BA. The truth is, I don't know. I want to go to England, or the States, and I know my father wants me to go. But it will bankrupt us, and of course Sunny wants to read medicine in the West. I don't know, I said to Dadu. He said, Bhagwan janne, and I guess that's right.

Back to work tomorrow. Life continues, if not quite well, okay.

( what the fuck? )