Ratnapark.
I look at my toddler; he is sleeping now but I don’t know what to feed him when he awakes.
I look at my transistor, battery is out and I am not sure when I will hear it again.
The parrot is screaming relentless, must be hungry. Maybe I can find a chilli for it soon.
I put down my chakati, move the cage slightly to my right and put my sign for everybody to see:
“Pandit Jaggannath. Fortune Teller”