While the average tourist goes on tours we rather first meet & hang with the locals, explore the country, get lost and have fun while doing so 😅
I put off posting my Delhi pictures hoping I'd find the time to write a complete piece about the city and start a proper blog with that. But the month has been busy and will be till my man-love leaves town. So I'm leaving you with the first few paragraphs I DID find time to jot down. And the rest will (hopefully) find it's way to you soon. . . . "Delhi! What a tumultuous relationship I have had with you!
I met you in the summer of 2000, at the age of 8. I had had a lull of a time this far in life, being my listless self in a small, rain-soaked and wildlife-infested Air Force Station in Assam. And I walked into your wide arms only to be woken up from a deep, deep slumber by your grandeur.
"A Real Generosity Toward The Future Lies In Giving All To The Present." -- CAMUS
I'm still treading on the beautiful mountains of Usambara, in the district of Bumbuli where water runs everywhere as a mad-dog. It too green too dark and a wealth of eucalyptus. I drawn myself behind the memories of today and forsaking yesterday for she was too bitter to take a bite with these insightful and transformative journeys this year's group trip took us to the place with a cold atmosphere and so much to see. One thing I noticed from our fellow villagers of Islamic belief is there was no sound of a muezin calling out for Adhan but people just knew the exact time and you will see them going and coming back from the Mosque. The second, their solidarity and fellowship in good and bad times was too touchy. One of the greater lessons we learnt on the trip.