These past weeks, I have been as filled as a leaky clay pot would. I can accept all the water I can, but I would and am still leaking and evaporating all the excess water. I would hold to lose, remember to process and forget. It has been a full many weeks! That is what it has been. I have been working on the Constitutional Observer, packaging for Manesiri, a freelance work for Repair Cafe India and in general the mind has been full with many things. ...

M: A…Which tree is this? M: The bats like it… There is the short nose fruit bat, see?! A: Hmmm…. Cherry! This is the Singapore Cherry Tree Malaika has been quizzing me on the Singapore Cherry for a while. I have learnt to recognise it with its jagged leaves and the white flower. Harsha asks me seriously while at S’s farm in Bidar: “You should be able to recognise it!, you have seen it before…take the leaf, smell it, see the flower…” I sensed the disappointment that I could not distinguish between the Drumstick and the Custard leaves at the beginning. He insisted I try and recognise it. ...