Jnanamati, novice amitarya (monk) with the Amida Order, has arrived in Delhi. He paints a vivid picture (as befits an artist):
I have slept for a long time overnight and although waking at around 5.30 a.m. roused by Prakashs’ departure for work, and from then on conscious of the noises of the house and surrounding area as things come to life, I drift in and out of sleep until around 9.30. I am plagued by a sense of guilt struggling with my need to remain hidden in the warm cocoon of my bed. Eventually I am pulled from this state by Prakashs’ brother who needs to get something from the room I am sleeping in. He offers to get tea which I accept and then the motivation to rise comes. In ten minutes I have some hot tea, a couple of oily parathas and a plate of digestive biscuits. The mix fails to revive me as one might expect and I mark how I am somewhat low in spirit today.