|at the entrance.|
Mehboob Villa the solid stone plaque read.
An elderly lady somewhere in her seventies opened the door and i quickly presumed that she must be Mrs.Caleb!She ushered us in and when we told her the purpose of our visit she looked a little disappointed."Oh dear, its almost the end of the season and I'm afraid i haven't any!!"she said in an unmistakable British accent.Not wasting a moment she quickly went in and got a bottle and some spoons."Go ahead taste this one...this one is Rhododendron Jam,"..she said.."the only bottle I'm left with right now!"
|small potted plants sitting in one corner of their study/library.|
Our conversation seemed easy and effortless.Mrs.Caleb went in & got us some sherbet this time.
|large windows dotted with flowering plants!!|
Mrs.Caleb suggested a few other labels of jams/preserves in the market which i could still buy.
|goodies from the hills!|
It was an evening well spent!The purpose of my visit was fulfilled.Much beyond my expectations!!
P.S.As i was sorting the greeting cards i had realised that Mr. Caleb was referred to as Reverend in some of them!!I didn't quite get it then or even had the cheek to ask him.But later when we came back home i searched by his name on the Internet and found that he was the former Bishop of Delhi and had sheltered many Sikhs during the 1984 riots!!I was truly humbled by their gracious, unassuming and casual charm!!