6 p.m.: I meet Rachit at the entrance of the Flour Mill. He is wearing a striped shirt and a pair of trousers. Today, two of the three pulverisers at the mill are operational. 45-year old Bablu, who usually works at a neighbouring mill, is operating one of the machines. Another person is operating the second machine: I do not recognise him. There’s too much noise from the machines so we don’t talk much. Vishnu and Hiralal have stepped out to deliver the flour to different customers.
6:30 p.m.: Rachit tells me his brother Suraj is well. He will work in Delhi for a few months and then return home, perhaps early next year. He then steps out for some work, telling me he will be back soon.
6:40 p.m.: Hiralal returns from his deliveries. Pointing to the second person (the one I don not recognise), he tells me that is his sister’s husband.
7:00 p.m.: Rachit returns and we step outside. He introduces me to another friend, a fruit vendor Shyam Snehi, whose home is in a village near Rae Bareilley.