9.30 a.m. Maharshi is seriously occupied on a manuscript which he is correcting with Mr. Visvanathan, who sits down to carry out his instructions. Bhagavan is doing hard thinking. I have never before seen him so involved in thoughts. His eyes are wide open and the eye- balls roll from side to side as thoughts roll in his mind, till he finds the right construction of a sentence or the idea he needs, when he turns to Mr. V. and dictates to him. It is now 10 a.m. 15 minutes too late for going out. The attendant, who has been hesitating since some minutes, draws his attention to it. He looks at the timepiece and cries: “O, la, la! it is 10 o’clock! Why didn’t you tell me? Look at that! 10 o’clock and they didn’t tell me!….” He quickly takes the bottle of ointment, lubricates his joints and rises in haste.