I don't know why you say ruko, I say chalo.

Prep yourselves for a short post because Ruth just invited me to her bunk and you know I can't turn that down. Toast and malaria pills for breakfast, yoga with Bharti for Ruth and I, painting another huge Yes Men Fix the World advertisement for Dede.

Next stop: canteen lunch.













Then Ruth and I took our now-regular post-meal walk through the garden, a habit picked up from the ayurvedic professional Roopa.
Some flowers from the garden. Anybody know what they are? We have yet to delve into the plants and their uses.

We made some more posters after lunch then hopped the bus (Rs. 1 per kilometer the bus drives you) to Shehnaz's where we spent the evening getting to know her family, neighbors, and failing at cooking rotis. She lives in a one flat with an accessable roof (as all roofs are) with fifteen other family members. We spent hours with them and got to know her sisters and neighbors, all of whom seemed somewhat fascinated by our being there.

This is a picture of Shehnaz, our friend, translator, and the keeper of files.