Thursday, December 5, 2013

23:34IST
Downstairs Room with Table Fan, Inderpuri
New Delhi, India

Kunzumed again. I quite hate that place now. Not just the pointless tasks, it's the routine of waking up every day and getting ready to wheel the rickshaw to the same place every day. The same thing, day after day. The routine of life. Boredom. Death. If only I could get hold of ONE freelance opportunity, I could easily ask Ajay to go part-time with Kunzum. Makes life a lot easier. Transcribed a bit of Dadi's conversations. I'm still not able to grasp the essence of her talks. No big ideas. Just descriptions of events, places seen, people seen with. People are extremely important for her. I don't know what I'm going to do with this. :/ What have I started?