20th October, 1943: A slow paced day

My money had finally dwindled down to a rupee. I had not been paid my full money since I left England, and I had to make do on about half my usual pay. This is not easy, but pay day was about in sight again. This morning, I was astonished when the fruit man told me I could have some credit. This seemed fair enough, but I was far more surprised when he told me he did not take our names. This was almost incredible. However, I did not take advantage of this offer, I shall be more in need of it tomorrow, Thursday. 

Instead of spending another afternoon in bed, we played cards instead. This required some effort so we did not play for long. 

Again this evening, Nessin and I walked to town. I had set the pace as slowly as I could, almost to a saunter. "I like this pace" coming from him woke me up from my dreaming. Thought at first that he was pulling my leg. I was really pleased to know that he meant what he said. He did not want to reach the town, he may have been tempted to spend his final annas. My thoughts had been running on similar lines. We spent the evening refreshing ourselves in the pleasant cool night. Everywhere was so peaceful and pleasant - it was a grand world.