Even in our night classes the attendance dwindled. The few that do show up are a dedicated bunch, writing and reading with the utmost concentration. Occasionally Shanti Bai shows up, only to practice writing her own name (which she mastered a long time ago). It's official: Madamji and Nikhil are no longer exotic enough to gawk at. The new Madamji, however, is still a novelty. Mammi volunteered to help teach at night, slowly dictating sentences to Jasodha.
On our evening trip to Baneda, the front tire started deflating quickly. The mechanic in Baneda showed Nikhil a puncture in the inner rubber tube of the tire. For Rs. 15 he patched up the hole. Meanwhile, I stocked up on lemons, tomatoes, mangoes, onions, and potatoes for the next two days. With Ma's cooking in full force our fruit/veggie usage has multiplied three-fold. The last item on our shopping list was contact solution. None of the Baneda chemist shops had it. Across from the government hospital the pharmacy ordered it for tomorrow. A few weeks back Nikhil accidentally stepped on my glasses, creating a crevice that ran down the whole frame. Let's hope the solution comes in tomorrow so I won't be walking around with my cracked frame.