There's a tall, cool glass of kokum juice. It is sweet and tart. The hut is made of clay and there is a large cat sleeping in the corner. There's a bright brass plate which held my dinner some time ago. Dinner was simple. One fried egg, one cup of softly cooked rice, shreds of spicy potatoes, and a small raw onion. Now I have to sleep in here. There's a sandalwood incense burning here and through the tiny window, I can see the moon.
Everything is quiet and filled with untangled peace.