. I was busy with the
business of the day to day, the doing of this and of that — things that seemed
all very important at the time, and afterwards had a nap . Then, at about 1’o
clock I woke up and it looked that it wasn’t
monsoon anymore. No dought,a chill in the air, slight but tangible; the
skies clear with white floating clouds. There was furious wind furling our
front tree. I don’t kniow from where the dust came it was fine snd on the floor
of the house really very fine sand. That
stormy wind we have here in Hisar, swirling
the city in a unrest of sorts
XOXO
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