The writing is going along well, the running not so well, due largely to the rain, and the bicycling ... well, that's not happening. But I do get in a good five to six kilometers of walking a day, and twice did more than that with walks into the bazaar and back, up Mullingar and on to Char Dukan, then back around the chakkar and to Oakville. Here are a few pictures from early morning walks and late afternoon/evening strolls.
|Morning mist up along the chakkar|
Its something else to be able to walk alone through the oaks and pines and deodars and horse chestnuts and maple trees, not disturbed by the honking of cars - though the Cantonment has a lot more tourists than before, largely due to the presence of Rokeby Manor - or crowds.
|View of the valley from near Lal Tibba|
Along the way I meet familiar faces now and then, and there are exchanged salaams and questions and answers about relatives and careers, sometimes a few back-slaps and jokes and memories from youth. Its a nice feeling to be able to able to return home and see friends with whom you played cricket with and watched movies with, and though its not the same - most of them have jobs and families, naturally - there is a certain pleasure from seeing these faces and catching up, briefly even.
|The deodar along the chakkar's ridge|
Nice way to spend an hour a day, I reckon.