Shailendra has collected firewood and deposited it near the canal for his family to use as they need. He will have a bath now and then go to the bazaar.
It is dark. Shailendra comes by on his way to the bazaar and asks me if I care for some chai. I gladly agree. He would have come earlier but his two-year old daughter did not want him to go out. His eyes well up with tears as he describes how much he will miss her when he is away.
Shaliendra shows me the films on his mobile which will keep him entertained on his journey. One of these is Ramta Jogi, a Punjabi-language romantic drama about a mechanic who falls in love with a rich girl, with tragic consequences.
Shailendra buys a ‘fairness cream’ and some generic medicines for indigestion, as well as a health tonic for his daughter. We walk back together. He sees me off at my home before hurrying back to his.