So a little no in is better than a big NO. Rejection. That would be a no. Not outright, but a definite tilt of the judges face away and eyes cast down to the bench before returning to the lawyer with the chin slightly thrust out and elevated. I wonder if there was a look down the nose too? Classic Dickensian style. I will never know.
What we do know is that the judge (she) (I parethisize it (I know, there is no such word) for no other reason than to be informative - i think), but again the judge has rejected our guardianship application because we have one adopted child already. She is unsure about the reasons why we should be allowed another, or the procedure of how to apply the law to a second adoption. Just quietly I would have said "with pen...just there on that paper..." You see why I was not allowed in court.
The lawyers have one more chance to present arguments next Saturday. (They'd want to be good.) If (she) rejects it again, they will have to take the case to the High Court. That means a lot of stairs presumably. Takes a bit of time to climb those. Pack your lunch type outing.
So, here we are in Delhi on a beautiful monsoon night. Neelu with a little cough, mamma and dada with a big sigh - in as well as out. (A number of times.) The whiskey is all but gone and the longing has rolled over us as thick as the highland mist. Goodnight Ankita. Goodnight you all. Stories to come and pray glory for all.
