Kanti bujhte pare na why I don't write about chai-er dokan and Shombhu. He hates my Victor and his British bari and his "scotch on the rocks" or whatever. Okay, Teddy, I checked. Three stories out eighteen or nineteen had these Victor-types. Thassit. No more. And in any case, there's more to life than chai-er dokan, bhikiri baccha and leftists. For every Shombhu, there'll be these Victors. Fiction that people read randomly, and don't really think about, but enjoy nevertheless ( I hope they enjoy it?).
Ab bas.
I had chicken outside today. Very yum. I saw rats in Golden Spoon. Not at all yum. I mean, downright scary. Sudu, as is her wont, jore jore screamed in front of the manager "YEEW! There were RATS, Tanaji, RATS! DISGUSTING!!" But really, it was.

I cannot stop speaking in Hindi. I'm getting irritated with myself now.

Today was good fun. Tomorrow I have honours classes. Issh. Papers.