I had to take care of some early morning tasks due to early Ramazan closures and internet issues the day before. I walked over to the society area, took care of my errands, then had Saqib get me. We head over to Sindhology and several of the musicians were already there. I felt bad for being late, but explained the tasks I needed to take care of and they seemed ok with it.We chatted a bit, then I head upstairs as they waited for a round of tea. Two musicians were on their way. The room had been cleaned and the sound gear was up and ready to go. Eventually the musicians came up stairs, but there were still two missing. We lost an hour to that, but got things going once they arrived.It was amazing to see Ustad Anb Jogi guide each of the musicians and the singer through each raag and portion of the music. He was, as usual very much on top of and aware of how best to utilize each instrument to create the strongest impact in regards to the story I was trying to tell. I figured out some less obtrusive gestures that could signal the singer to wait after a verse or for the musicians to continue and then fade out. I kept the stop watch on my little phone going to help me work all of that out. It was grueling to concentrate on each word in the script as Farzana sang, and keep track of timing so that both language versions could have some hope of matching well enough once I mixed and edited the pieces down. As always, Saqib Syed was there to take fantastic session photos.Darya sahib had invited his friend Sikander to the session. Sikander sahib helped with pronunciation of Sindhi words where needed. In addition, he brought his little daughter and son, who had memorized many verses of Shah Latif’s poetry. During breaks. it was adorable to hear them recite Latif’s poetry.We did a lot of hard work, but the session went well and we got through more of the script than we had anticipated. If not for the delay in the morning in some musicians’ arrival, we could have finished it.I spent the rest of the day digitizing tapes and preparing for the next day. There are so many logistics to work out. I also had to move out of the nice air conditioned room at my friend’s place as his nephew who is normally there is returning. So, once again, I lugged my things down the street to the oven that is the hostel room. I feel thankful for whatever time I did have at the room. It really helped.