Very hot. But stomach-full of mangoes, and stomach-full of sleep, specially in the cool green-blue room.

Last night, I told Dhanno, “Your face has become quite round, like when you were a baby. Why don’t you not go to school, stay home, and become nice and fat?” She said, “Hmm, this I must tell my friends. My mom wants me to stay home and become fa-at.” I sighed, “Yes, but, you were so lovely then, so round, round, no?”

I’m always thinking of reasons why Dhanno should not go to school. And what’s better than a break on the first day of term, itself?

But Dhanno, being more sensible than me, woke up today much before I did, and trotted off to Std. IX C