Haresh, Kavita and I spent a couple of hours in F-9 park. How nice to do our evening walk together here in Islamabad.
Islamabad is a glorious explosion of purple these days: purple jacarandas trees and purple wild flowers.
We Careemed to the Park and then walked home.
Haresh seems to be out of fitness since I saw him last. He kept walking and asking "Is the house close?"
Plus he could only muster 10 pushups.
I myself can only do 40 sit-ups now. In Monrovia I could do 100! Life stinks.
Kavita played her guitar in the park.
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