17th October, 1943: A quiet day, short on money

I was up in time for a shower, but not for breakfast. By this time, the drain on my money had begun to tell. The canteen breakfast costing about one rupee was reduced to a cup of tea and an egg sandwich. After "tiffin", Loftie and I wrote some letters, and spent a quiet time in the writing room. 

However hot the day, and however tired one becomes, a good cold shower puts new life into one, and we decided to go for a walk that evening. Karachi main shopping centre seemed very quiet on Sunday, I was surprised, most shops were shut. Sunday did not prevent the beggars from plying their trade, but by this time I had nothing to give.