Sunday, 9 a.m. Maharshi, while writing, listens to the music programme on the radio. He writes, as usual, resting the pad on his raised right knee. Often he stops writing and beats time to the music. The comic part in Tamil follows. The dialogue must be extremely droll to cause him to try hard to stifle his laughter. At times he is so overwhelmed by it that he stops writing and chuckles aloud, looking around for response.