I was landing on my birth place,
Dubai, after 15 long years.
Seeing the reflection of the
morning sun on the skyscrapers anyone could think that even Sun had to come
down to Dubai to use a mirror. The metro train that came out from somewhere
like a roller coaster gave the Dubai in me an image of an ever changing
amusement park. Next entrance into my sight was made by the King of all
skyscrapers – The Burj Kalifa, which stood firm on the soil of the Peal of the Gulf,
brutally stabbing the clean blue sky.
With a slight smile and a deep
sigh, I heard my own voice “Dubai has changed”.
Though I was just a transit
passenger waiting 3 hours for my connection flight, the breeze that blew within
my body made a flickering slideshow of memories in several repetitions. The fragrance
of the Arab attar all over the place also added some life and color to the
ambience to the slideshow of memories.
Was I happy at that time? I can’t
answer that. There was a mixture of molten feelings that was bubbling. Dubai...she contains my childhood memories. There were
moments that moisturized my eyes and also brought a wide smile.
Dubai…This is where one half of
my heart belongs. I can remain to be truly me, as I feel myself in my Thrissur.
This is what I reckoned from those 3 hours.
And as my flight to Jakarta took off
I thanked my company’s travel desk person who booked this weird route to fly to
Jakarta from Cochin.And watching the fading Dubai
beneath me, again that slight smile came to accompany the deep sigh when I heard my voice again “Picture abhi baaki hai mere dost…"
