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out the door and lock it, finally get mat but she will not stop teasing, I am not really in the mood but have no choice, she throws small chunks of coal on my bedding continually, pushes my mat away, etc. The neighbors are all watching from other roofs - finally she stops - fitfull sleep it is very hot mat and bedding soaked with sweat - men come home - talk - noise little sleep-

Sat May 16

Up at 6:15. Go with Mr. Singh to Ganges and marketing home. On way back greet Buba, good morning, he tells me it is not good, that I will be beaten and tossed out of neighborhood for touching an Indian woman. The men are insensed - I was a fool to have indulged in the familar horseplay with Mrs. Singh I lost all proportion, but she was the one who demanded it and would not stop, the people watching from the other roofs could naturally not know what was going on, that it was joking play. And I should not have touched her in any manner, she is going

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18, I think, but she should have known the reaction of the neighbors, this may put a stop to my work in this neighborhood. It may become difficult to photograph here, if people have bad feelings against me, they are suspicious of all foreigners and ready to believe the worst, especially a photographer. I went against the mores of the Indians. It was bad judgment on my part, but I was sucked into it against my will. Mr. Singh and I had a talk, he will attempt to smooth it over, but people are always ready to believe evil of others. It is a perfect example of the clash of two cultures. Blundering on both sides. It remains to see what will happen? - sleep most of day can't remember rest.

Sun May 17

Up at 6:30, have a cold go marketing with Mr. Singh home, read, write. Situation looks calm, but I must be branded with a bad reputation by many, eat with Singhs, got to tea shop, shoot pictures of passing traffic, home, with Mr. Singh to Moslan area, and Godolia meet his "leader." Home bed at 11:30.