City lights twinkling softly as you gaze downwards from the 24th floor of the Jumeirah Beach tower. Street lights streaking across like golden ribbons, intricately crisscrossing. A draft from the Arabian Sea blows against your face piercing your skin like icy needles, ruffling through your hair, rustling, sending a spasm down your spine and in the schism of the all enveloping darkness of the night you’re transported to another dimension. You’re with friends with wo've let their guard down with a little help from the alcohol in theirs and your systems. Some pouring their hearts out, others listening genuinely and you’re smiling away to glory. You’re not drunk, you’re happy.
Suddenly it all shatters as if ‘The Rock’ had entered the rink. The discontinuity between my mundane existence and the subliminality of this moment so seriously disrupted my perception of reality that being woken up with a jerk at 6 AM next morning, even before the sun decided to show up, was mental trauma beyond human endurance. I survived.
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Funny, when i post this the Randong quote on the blog reads " The less routine, the more life" !
Bright lights
City night
Beyond heights
but whats it all...if its not spent over drinks with a good friend??
hmmm agree with you over the jolt at waking up....... put time spent doing nothing with friends is the stuff what coll memories are made of?? wisdom from the
The perfect place, perfect time, perfect crowd, and the perfect atmosphere. Just another day in Dubai. Cheers! - For many more such evenings :)
@purnima: Nothig realy
@Jedi: Spoken has, the wise one.
@Aditi: Yes :)
arrey wah wah wah wah! daaru piya tha ya GRE ka kitaab?
naani itni angreji kahaan se seekhi? hume bhi sikhao naani... *naana comes running to sleep on naani's godh*
@Nana: Daaru sab kich sikha deta hai :D
Aa saath mein peete hain
*hic*
:p
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