Dust If You Must.

Dust if you must, but wouldn't it be better

To paint a picture, or write a letter,

Bake a cake, or plant a seed;

Ponder the difference between want and need?

Dust if you must, but there's not much time,

With rivers to swim, and mountains to climb;

Music to hear, and books to read;

Friends to cherish, and life to lead.

Dust if you must, but the world's out there

With the sun in your eyes, and the wind in your hair:

A flutter of snow, a shower of rain,

This day will not come around again.

Dust if you must, but bear in mind,

Old age will come and it's not kind.

And when you go (and go you must).

You, yourself, will make more dust.

- By Rose Milligan

Tailpiece.

Had got up at 4, the chores and was ready by a quarter past 7. Our first hop was at Padmakumar's house to pick up Rema. While traversing through the courtyard, I'd scraped my car's port quarter with the well's base. Was very upset for a while.

Our visits to Haripad's Subrahmanya kshetram and Mannarasala went of fine and it was around a half past 9. As we were casting off, a lady by the name of Manju, wanted to be conveyed to the Subrahmanya kshetram. She must have been observing us and perhaps, that emboldened her to seek help. Had breakfast at the Kalpakavadi Inn.

Dropped Rema and Mini near the former's house at Thrippunithura around a quarter past 12 and continued through the journey. 

The road from Thrissur was again blocked at many places and the deviations marked. 

Opened up The Quarterdeck and set things back to normal. This time I'd clocked a distance of 803.1 km. Mini was able to visit places and people that she wanted to meet.

Settled down to a quiet evening.