Where I can't remember the monsoon fiercer than it was yesterday. Torrents of water cascading down from the graphite sky... waterfalls ripping through the streets, pedestrians wading, pyedogs huddled miserably in doorways, traffic even more gridlock than ever.
How wonderful though to be back in this mesmerising city, one that I have watch change through twists and turns over two decades and more. The place is booming, although every layer of humanity can be found on each street corner. India defies description and sings to the imagination in ways that most countries could only hope to do.
This morning flying up to Delhi with Rachana and the kids... and planning to visit the Taj Mahal. In all the dozens of times I've visited India, I've never been there. In a strange way it all seemed too easy.
Overwhelmed with a childlike excitement.
TS
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A dessert of sorts!:)
safe journey !
come over to Bangalore Tahir... so many Friends who would love to meet you. George
my email : mailforgeorge@gmail.com
Went to see the Taj Mahal last year
sort of didn't want to
and then was
suitably amazed
hope you are stunned too
Here too, in Montreal, we are experiencing "torrents of water cascating down from the graphite sky". However, here, the water is quite welcomed. The summer has been surprisingly dry, the St. Lawrence has been running low and the flowers, oh, yes, the flowers, have been begging for refreshment. Montreal is a city that enjoys the rain. It becomes mysterious and quite revigorated.
I have been reading your THE CALIPH'S HOUSE. Pure delight. Soon, I shall visit Morocco and, for sure, I shall pass by your home... hopefully, the Jinns will allow me! Yussef A'rru'a
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