I did not take the road uphill – the Boulevard side. It takes about an hour to climb up from that side, on good days that is. On days like these – cold, and dim, it may take even longer. So, going the nostalgic way, I went from the side we used to climb it when we went with our school. The United Nations side. It takes less than an hour to climb to the top, on any day and the descent is, of course, much faster.
I came by a couple sitting on a rock. I did not photograph them. But for someone who just had to express his love, I couldn’t skip snapping.
Or the men who were secretly gambling on the hillside.
The beautiful little berries which are not to be consumed.
Or the golden sunshine.
The sound of Azaan could be heard all over the hillside. You could feel close to nature.
Even without the reminder.
I remember, the sky was featureless. Sunny and cloudless.
I had expected the hilltop to be windy, as it used to be in summers. But wasn’t. There was a slight breeze but I was so hot from the uphill climb, that I didn’t feel it cold.