All the clocks say something different. The TV gives me a different time and the cellphone and the generator at the institute next door that's usually turned off at half past five in the morning was still running at what my wrist watch says is a quarter past six.
I call 174.
Samay hai. Aaru gantala. Forty-nine minutes. Bees second.
I'm thinking of those three women sitting in some studio recording the day in ten second packets, covering twenty four hours. How long did it take them? How many takes? Are they even alive?
My computer says I still have 15 hours of the day left before I can decently pack it away.