Baladeva dreamt that he was a nurse.
But he was inexpert. He is my nurse,
however, and I am satisfied with him.
Saci-suta is coming at breakfast time.
I want to express to him
my gratitude that he has given me this house
to live in until the end of my life.
With my left foot giving me pain
(I have temporarily cancelled my morning walks)
and the fact that I get chronic headaches
when there is any strain or stress, I have
concluded that there is no need for me to travel.
I won’t go to India, or anywhere.
I am satisfied staying at home,
chanting and writing
and receiving visitors.