Reality filled with recurring emotion which can only be described as homesickness, a general longing to be out of India and back in the West. Trying to keep it under control since I can't do anything about leaving. At breakfast, dope was the main topic of conversation. So, Jnt 1. For a little time I was in a glorious closed-eye land of brilliant colour in geometric kaleidoscopes ever shifting.
Some road is blocked so post and newspapers are held up.
May get through later tonight. Slept until tea. Reading old Reader's Digest which my NYC sheen finds amusingly horrific but my genuine reaction is one of surprise at the interest level of some of the contents. I shall permit myself a small bhaang jnt. Went to sleep early.