Hoove prints in the sand

The streets of Al-ain call to us as we landed on foreign soil... the night lights.... the chill of the night winds beckon, the dust in the air......the long highway, street lamp after street lamp....

we had a short supper in a drive by diner... it felt as if a small part of malaysia evolved from diners like these.... chewing gum on the racks, simple architecture, plain recess tables, small stools a simple meal....

The house was breath takin and so was the room... a bathroom each room, a bath tub,huge ass bed, dressing table 2 cupboards for ur clothes a bed side drawer so much room to spare....
i fell like the giant when jack hit the beanstalk.... no control over gravity... exhausted n sleepy i jus slumped n dozed till the next morning....

DAY2.
Off to the hall towards that familiar voice.... and there n there sat gopi n jeet jus how it used to be during the happier days at Hawk centre.... greetings, happy times, breakfast den poof off to the zoo to view that happy place we left the 'dandruff' for n believe me no regrets man.... ground zero....the very basics and here we go...the space we can play with, the man power, their working attitudes, the shows.... it felt so good to start over again.... i never forgot the ppl i left behind... i bring with me something that reminds me of them...a small trinklet, a memory, everything all saved in that thing that we call a heart..... grace visits today n i'll be seeing her shortly..... gotta keep reminding myself....as much as i wanna bounce out of my skin n hold her i gotta wait.... no hugging,kissing,holding hands in public so i guess we gotta wait till we're behind safe walls.... the culture here is great.... everyone has to shake hands esp in the morning... its not a must but i take it personally to do so... nobody ever does it back home.... how cold we've become.... that handshake spreads warmth n family feelings, a smile is returned even a simple hello is given with sincerity not jus because we gotta say it.... these ppl are real.... not like the country men i knew back home (cept friends n family) prayers are 6 times a day and i'm enjoying myself the weather is good so i've been told till march den summer kicks in n we start to behave like ants on a frying pan hahahaha each time it showers it signals a change of seasons....


wish u all were here.....really.....

miss u most.......

da moo