Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Another rainy day in Dubai


I got out of the metro that was packed like a group of hens taken for slaughter, all grumpy!. The womens compartment has always been like that- impenetrable. Had difficulty in takin out my tail (the duppatta) away from the mob. I was finally out, ready for my regular walk back home, the walk that makes me think!! silly things-…the trip home….family planning….the new recipes to be tried….my dream home…Issues in Egypt….rapes…shopping cravings…and pollution…

But this time the rain interrupted….People around me complained abt the ‘pour’, but little did they know that it was just a drizzle….I still could walk home in the rain, but didn’t wanna take a chance after my recent skin attack called pityriasis rosea…

I waited by the side of the huge Burjuman mall that was inviting me with its DSF offers… the usually clean roads and pavements were getting a little muddy after the recent sandstorm that spread sand everywhere including my nostrils and on my buttery balmed lips..chey!!

Nobody carried an umbrella, as rains are not something that you can cherish or look for in Dubai…nor do they have any season…they just come in miniscule portions, and go away by the time you blink twice….and then I saw the Yellow Umbrella!!

(to continue...)

1 comment:

survivingbrain said...

hmm... whats this? something like a mega serial? that you put the reader at the point of curiosity and just stop the episode??

grrrr... you better write the next part soon..