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June 27, 2003 "A man in the desert can slip into a name as if within a discovered well, and in its shadowed coolness be tempted never to leave such containment. My great desire was to remain there among those acacias. I was walking not in a place where no one had walked before but in a place where there were sudden brief populations over the centuries...." The English Patient My aunt from dubai visited us today...these sort of days are always painful...with useless family gossip that always ends in 'why-is'nt-my-daughter-getting-married'. After the first 10 minutes of how-are-yous and its-so-hot she gave us all our packages/gifts. Mine was a rather large one all taped up, sealed tight. I faked excitement and happiness at opening mine knowing that she was watching carefully. I unwrapped each tape systematically, careful not to tear the bag...when the last tape came off I gingerly put my head inside...but what I got was something I could have ever guessed.... I was engulfed in this familiar smell...the particular smell of air conditioning mixed with new clothes, leather, star bucks and body lotions...this was what I was craving for...I loved this smell you get when you enter a mall, each corridor emitts a new whiff. And this smell was tied to so many of my favourite memories...countless hours spent going up and down the escalators, deciding to buy the shirt at the very end of the mall, miscommunicated meeting places and pissed off phone calls. Waiting forever to find the cheapest cab which was still expensive and hitching rides with guys whom we'd never date or hang out with. Coming home and displaying your shopping items...which seemed so less now and pocket so empty. Sneaking out of the dorm and watching late night movie shows, having sheesha for hours and hours pretending to be high. Ordering chicken burger and mango shake from jabel al noor immediately after waking up. Fighting with room mates over cigarettes, soft drinks and who gets to take a shower first. Doing what you want and not caring for a single thing...this was your life and you lived exactly the way you wanted to.... I have to say this was the best present ever..... (1:01 AM) ~`~
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