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#wayofliving
On my watch, worn the wrong way around my wrist, I see what time it is in Mumbai, five and a half hours later than where I live It's only a quarter of a day's difference but on visits to my family there with friends on the beach, or walking along the promenade licking a kulfi ice cream I am years more modern and smarter than here in England, where the students live in a way that has no future in India I can read the time upside down but I remain old-fashioned myself and do not jump from there to here, from expectations to daily worries
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May 7
May 7, 2026 at 2:26 AM UTC
Five and a half hours
Don't walk there says uncle, you know it says father, you don't want to sink into the **** We dare to go right up to the edge of the pit and shift our weight to feel the ground move The privy is at the back, against the house: a cubicle with a round peephole in the door, on a sump that Uncle Joe comes to empty Together with the dipper he does the pit, pails through the kitchen and hallway to the cart with the **** barrel And then we mop The building is too old to be connected to the sewer system and will be demolished but there is no other home for us yet, and until then it is just our home
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Nov 5, 2025
Nov 5, 2025 at 3:59 AM UTC
Cesspit
But why do we live in such a way that we feel -- we're lacking in love?
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Mar 19, 2025
Mar 19, 2025 at 3:21 AM UTC
[ But why do we live ]
The dinner table is stylishly set, spotless -- Sorry, except me.
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Nov 4, 2024
Nov 4, 2024 at 2:57 AM UTC
[ The dinner table ]
With the scouts I build a good cooking fire, that is -- having my hat on.
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Jan 10, 2024
Jan 10, 2024 at 2:50 AM UTC
[ With the scouts I build ]
I know decency, I know, later I too will -- behave properly.
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Nov 5, 2023
Nov 5, 2023 at 3:45 AM UTC
[ I know decency ]