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A day.-June 2nd 2020

The sun was out after almost two weeks of rain.The electricity went in for a sixer because of the rain at night so we were left without charges in our phone.There was just enough charge to send mom’s school work over.I spent the greater part of the morning picking plums and made some sweet and sour pickle.
I spent the next part of the morning separating coffee beans when I heard saili excitedly give a shout out to her son to call the youngest mam.She had spotted a leapard cat in one of the caves in the lower part of the compound.,she thought probably with its cubs.I gave a shout out to my brother who ran down with his DSLR.
My mom informed us that they have always been spotted in the compound from time to time.To everyone’ surprise it does not harm the domestic animals.My brother spotted it with just its face outside the cave.He tells me that originally apparently these leapard cats were from the area .However the domestic cats which are found in the houses now were originally from Egypt but soon they outnumbered the locals and the locals have now become endangered species.
Saili walks  around the campus looking for a good fodder grass for the cows.The other day she apparently spotted a very long-legged bird and was wondering aloud to my mother what it could be.
Might be worthwhile building an observatory in the lower part our campus.
I have been talking to a few of my very good friends. One of them is L from Delhi who is a microbiologist. She was telling me how just in a matter of a few weeks the scenario in Delhi has changed.Now 40% of the total tests done in Delhi turn out to be covid positive. another observation she made was how quickly the virus was changing its trait in the pcr and she was not too hopeful about the vaccine.Got a SOS from Kachwa.Am trying to meander a journey back to Varanasi if LWI.


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