17h
Am back home from. Was readin Lucky Luke and Les Dalton in my room wen my mom dropped in. Am off on my moto to collect the pictures from the studio. she could not collect the picts, so i went there on her behalf.
As i entered the studio i was surprised to see a white woman sittin behind the counter, knowin that the owner is Mr Raj. The latter was standin further away, downsizin passport photos wiz a pair of scissors. ' ah okay, these picts belong to this lady n she is waitin the chair of the owner' i told myself.

Another lady and a youngster were leanin against the counter. Mr Raj asked me to wait. Which i did, lookin at the pictures that hung in his studio.
The white lady (later on i came to know that she is a lawyer)n Mr Raj were on the same wave length, critisin the government.She, in a perfect French, said that white bashin is current under Navin s prime ministership. He, in a français pottis, said 'gouvernma dominere'.
So far so good.
Came in one gentleman. Mr Raj welcomed him 'Ki position Mr Beebeejan?'
'korek' came the reply. The studio owner oiled the fire immediately after: ' C'est le nevé de vice premier ministre Beebeejan.'
17h20
Heated debate is on now.
'Gouvernma Paul pane fer narien pou pays.'
'Mais je ne parle pas du gouvernement de Paul, je parle de ce govt. s'ils veulent qu'on serre ceintir, l'exemple doit venir d'en haut'
'Mai sa govt la inn donn transport gratis. apré bizin fer sacrifis pou recolté.'

I was hungry n their talks were annoyin me. i went outside. saw a girl thru the windows of a nearby shop. li ti p pran kont. 'Na , not my type.'

17h25
I got in. they were still argurin. i waved my hand n Mr Raj caught sight. my facial ex-pressions did the talkin. I paid him n drove home.