[16:34]

It's raining murderously here in Singapore. It's as if Zeus, Thor and Indra have decided to have some target practice with lightening bolts on the same day and at the same place. The visibility is 100 metres, I am staying indoors.

Mumbait mhan'e garam have cä märä,
Yethe paavase ad'akalä jiv bichaarä...
Chär väzuna gele, kashäya pyälä
dise nä kut'he, thambav re shakrä
tuzhä vidyut märä, ek kat'ing märun yeto. [english]

For some hare-brained reason, blogger is giving me träs when posting this. This has happened to me before, not blogger giving me träs, but I praying to the rain god and the rain stopping.

[16:55]

Abhay and I walk out in lovely weather, wet, yet not humid, sunny, yet not blistering; one of those perfect weather types. I had my vad'äs and tea, and I sent a silent prayer heavenwards.

Kashäya durlabh asale tuzalä shakrä
zarihi, upakrut keles mazala tu devä.
Yeil mazavar yada prasanga yadnyacä,
pran'a karato mii svähin kund'äta ek pyälä chahäcä. [english]