6:30 p.m.: Rachit picks me up on his motorcycle on his way to Ghumar Mandi, from where he has been instructed to purchase a patta, the cloth used for tying a turban. Birjinder’s ten-year old nephew needs one, so Rachit has been sent for this errand. I accompany Rachit to a shop Ghumar Mandi with which he seems very familiar. The shopkeeper tells us the patta will be ready in 20 minutes.
Rachit is peckish, so we step over to a mobile kiosk where they sell grilled sandwiches. The brothers who operate it tap electricity from overhead wires and use it to heat the grill. Rachit and I share a sandwich. Rachit tells her he is eating a sandwich while the patta is being prepared. He goes on to elaborate that the sandwich is very tasty and asks her if he should buy some for her and her family. She probably says yes, because once he disconnects, Rachit asks the kiosk operators to pack a couple of sandwiches for him to take.