Crossing the Bar.

Sunset and evening star,

And one clear call for me!

And may there be no moaning of

the bar,

When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems

asleep,

Too full for sound and foam,

When that which drew from out the

boundless deep

Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,

And after that the dark!

And may there be no sadness of

farewell,

When I embark;

For tho' from out our bourne of time

and

place the flood may bear me far,

I hope to see my Pilot face to face

When I have crossed the bar.

- Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Tailpiece.

Got up at 6, lit the lamp in the puja room, opened up the house, switched on the music and went back to bed. After the morning cuppa', said my prayers and had breakfast before bath.

A fright, sunny day though the sky was overcast at sunset.

Finished my work on the laptop.

Got my program sorted out for the week. Spoke to Chandradeep who used to be the hair-stylist on board INS Sagardhwani.

A quiet day, otherwise.