Tahiyat lakum, baladi al-habibi. Greetings to you, my beloved.
And the rest of ya all mere beings in this universe enjoying my misery.
I have finally landed in the jungle of buildings - a completely different world when I last left it 14 years ago! Mind you people change and this is the city of change - so who am I to grumble for missing the desolated desert that I had left behind?
I am always amazed by the fact that just when I think what could be worse than this, life would somehow manage to throw a curve ball and take me to strike three - and suddenly you're out sitting on the bench with that glum look on your face!
One of my primary reasons to leave the freezing warmth of UK was to dump the burden of some, correction - all of the memories of you that have been engraved in my grey matter. Apparently these haunting enagrams do not seem to care that I have journeyed across oceans sitting in chairs and eating food meant for small people. I just learnt that "dwarf" is no longer politically correct to say.
The moment I landed at the hotel, flashbacks worse than what Matt Damon had in the Borne Trilogy began bombarding me. As the sexy and smiling Philipino opened the door for me I was instanly taken back years ago while visiting you. The reception where you waited, the room where we met, the bed where we snuggled, the shower under which we kissed, and even the cute pink apples on the corner table - all reminded me of you. I so wanted to jump off the 24th floor where they put me - good job there were no open windows, I guess!
I am trapped in this weird historical dream from which I cannot wakeup. And just looking you in that picture with him made me realise that I am going to be stuck in this nightmare for a long long time...
