Went in the afternoon to check the PO Box at Shara Maghrief
It was raining and the puddles reflected the trees.
Remembered old rain-drop moments….Musings at Ancient Roman city-Sabratha-Facing the Mediterranean.
Of Pune when we used to go for morning walks to LullaNagar
Of the Gardens in the rain-Lodhi in Delhi, Barrakka in Valletta..Landour Mussoorie..
I once spent some lovely moments sitting on the ramparts of Amer Fort of Jaipur, India..the rains and the smell of wet mud..the moist breeze..made it all the more memorable.
The Hill-tops of Mansa Devi Haridwar where I would climb before dawn and wait
For the sun to rise ..The Magic moments when night turns into day.
The Treks beyond Laxman Jhula in Rishikesh, Lal-Tibba in Landour Mussoorie
The Ruskin Bond Trails-It is a pilgrimage to go there..Jesus died for our sins…I saw this cross at Landour..in the Himalayas
Sat for a while at the garden in Shara Baladiya…of Tripoli
And felt…some rain drops fall.