It has been a time of slow, rambling walks over the now-rare remnants of the ancient Aravalli mountains, my Fido sniffing deep into the grass for stuff that his daydreams are made of and me finally living the dreams I had- of one day being able to get up and watch him play in the overgrown grass- dreams that kept me going when hope wasn't too thick on the ground. On the days when it rains, we just slosh round the edges of the ponds, listening the the frogs raise up a cacophony, croaking for their mates. Dripping shoes and the raindrops beating their tiny drums on our raincoats... I am so happy to be alive to see all this again.