Diary 16 February My new home in Satipur.
I'm in Satipur. I've already found a room, which is large and airy It's over a shop. I pay rent to an Indian government official called Inder Lal, who lives with his wife, mother and children in some small rooms behind the shop. My room is very empty because have no furniture except a small desk, where I put my diary Olivia's letters and my Hindi textbook. There is no chair or bed; sit on the floor and steep in a sleeping bag. I like the room like this but Inder Lai keeps looking round for furniture. He can't understand why I want to live such a simple Indian life. But he is so polite tha he just says, 'I'm afraid this is not very comfortable for you.' am won't look straight at me. This is not the behaviour he expect from an Englishwoman. Olivia was very different from me. As soon as she and Dougla moved into their house in Satipur, she filled it with pictures carpets and flowers. I've already seen the house where Dougla and Olivia lived. After Indian independence in 1947, the Britis officials' houses were turned into offices, so Olivia's beautiful home now contains several government departments, and India officials work in her elegant sitting room.