The little talk

We thought of a nice late-evening walk. And talk. We thought of the Jumeirah beach. Of course we knew the palms are growing fast and steady and that there aren’t enough waves to pamper our feet. But there is something about the walk in Jumeirah. The sight is one beautiful sight with the Burj Al Arab standing tall adding luxury to the beach. And who wouldn’t notice the far away Atlantis. It isn’t any less than a dreamland.

Well, getting back to the walk. Oh yes the talk too. We lie down on the beach spoiling our hair and clothes, looking up at the sky filled with twinkling stars. We remain silent for a long time until he decided to break it.

‘I read your blog regularly.’

I ignore and close my eyes.

‘I said, I read your blog regularly.’

I sit up with crossed legs and play with the sand. Did I smile?

‘It's nice.’

Yes I did smile.

‘Just that I don’t understand a lot of it.’

I burst out laughing. Okay! Sorry!

‘But it's good. Really!’

Smiles! Smiles! Smiles! 

I wish I could believe him. But all I knew then, was that I would have something to write today. With smiles!  

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So I look at my blog. And then look at the shiny red apple in my hand. Crunch! Some months for me are meant to be lazy. Especially a month like March.

Tsk! Who likes summer so much?

On a bad…

…morning like today’s
I wish to go back.
To a beautiful morning of January,
Misty and cold.



A picture that I so carelessly clicked.
Where is the beauty?