At 3 p.m. I am awoken by Sakhicharan, who comes with none other than Jagadānanda, whom I have not met in the flesh for some 24 years. He's a lot older of course, but also still very much the same guy as back then - jovial, upbeat, occasionally flashing a naughty grin while laughing loudly about his own jokes. He bows down and embraces me. He will assist Satya-nārāyan Prabhu as an editor and seems to be quite in demand as a productive scholar. Interestingly he speaks about the synthesis we western Vaiṣṇavas have to make, between Indian/Hindu/Vedic culture and our efficient western cultures. Interestingly, because Advaitadas-II also spoke about that this morning, when he even suggested I should not live in the Bengali community I live in now (where for the last few days the Bengali neighbors have been poisoning me with kerosine fumes of their stove whenever they cook their tea. When I complain, they stare at me through the poison, wondering what is the problem). He also speaks of projecting lusty desires on the līlā and his crisis of faith after leaving India. After an hour Jagat speeds off to take prasād from Mādhava, but not before hugging me again.