Good evening

Kavita didn't make it to the Evening Walk. Her chest has been hurting her for a couple of days. It's severe gas.  Going to make her a hot water bottle to use against her body. It helped last time. And, make her drink the 'kahwa mix' Ami sent (I think its ground ajwaein, saunf). I will make sure she only drinks hot water and , hopefully, she will feel better. 

It didn't rain this evening. I think we will finally have a dry spell after days of deluge. It was cloudy and very humid. I did my usual 4 rounds. I also exercise my arms while walking and, I really feel the burn. 

The clouds cover on the Margalla Hills was beautiful to see. I'm always reminded of this quote from Song of Solomon by Toni Morrison which I studied in Class 10 at ACS, Athens: 

“You think because he doesn't love you that you are worthless. You think that because he doesn't want you anymore that he is right -- that his judgement and opinion of you are correct. If he throws you out, then you are garbage. You think he belongs to you because you want to belong to him. Don't. It's a bad word, 'belong.' Especially when you put it with somebody you love. Love shouldn't be like that. Did you ever see the way the clouds love a mountain? They circle all around it; sometimes you can't even see the mountain for the clouds. But you know what? You go up top and what do you see? His head. The clouds never cover the head. His head pokes through, beacuse the clouds let him; they don't wrap him up. They let him keep his head up high, free, with nothing to hide him or bind him. You can't own a human being. You can't lose what you don't own. Suppose you did own him. Could you really love somebody who was absolutely nobody without you? You really want somebody like that? Somebody who falls apart when you walk out the door? You don't, do you? And neither does he. You're turning over your whole life to him. Your whole life, girl. And if it means so little to you that you can just give it away, hand it to him, then why should it mean any more to him? He can't value you more than you value yourself.”

The lady with sleeveless top who walks a slow but steady pace passed by. The short stubby gentleman who wears a white shalwar kameez which is soaked during his walk was there, too. Not many even though I started a little earlier today, from 6:46 to 7:30 PM.