Thursday, September 20, 2012


'Pastoral' was the word that came to mind when I stood looking out over this scene.

The idyllic kind of 'pastoral' where you go out into the British country-side and write poetry about how much you enjoy it. 
I didn't write any poetry.

Just some blogging, here.
I do find it ironic, though, that this rare grassy area of Delhi used to be "British country-side".
Or a garden, anyway, that surrounded the Metcalfe house.
Today there's a much different set than British Raj officials milling about.

No shepherds, either.

Just some honest-to-goodness grass cutters.
You'd almost never believe you were in Delhi...

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