So, we got a wooden trolley from a friend in Rajasthan. It arrived in a cardboard box. Immediately, the styrofoam and plastic were removed and stored for recycling and the box was used to take a class in drumming.
To me, it was just magical to watch her in her elements, looking at her with amusement and a kind of awe, wondering how much joy may be derived from an empty box and how much I need to learn from a 5-year-old.
Shift the capital to Pune again. Delhi is dead.
The Constitution of India
Part IV.—Directive Principles of State Policy.
Specifically, Article 39 (b) and (c)
Was to ride to Kolapur for a meeting. Motorcycle punctured. So, back home to change and take the car. Misbahji says she'll come. So, passing time on Reddit as I wait for her to be ready.
Am amused at the youth today. We were so much more relaxed. And our parents so much cooler!
