The First Day of Winter

Today was the first day of winter

Its coming

Its on its way

I can smell the crispness in the air

The lazyness of the mornings

The incomprehensible urge to just lie in bed

...tucked under the covers

The smell of brewing coffee more heightened than before

Snuggling into the tunnels of the nostrils

... aah winter is here!

The Mystic Sea

The smell of the sea in my nostrils, The sound of the sea in my ears; The touch of the spray on my burning face, Like the mist of reluctant tears. The blue of the sky above me, The green of the waves beneath; The sun flashing down on a gray-white sail Like a scimitar from its sheath. And ever the breaking billows, And ever the rocks’ disdain; And ever a thrill in mine inmost heart That my reason cannot explain. So I say to my heart, “Be silent, The mystery of time is here; Death’s way will be plain when we fathom the main, And the secret of life be clear.” by Paul Laurence Dunbar

Weathered Periwinkle

Photograph by: Shabbir Fakhruddin

A trip to Marjan Island

Marjan means coral in arabic and various other regional languages.

Situated a little away from the hub of Dammam Corniche, the Marjan Island was built by Saudi ARAMCO ....hmmm lets say a lot of years ago. The island is small, consists of patches of green and cement; perfect for a day out for all activities.

Families usually crowd around to have a fun time barbecuing, the children playing around and a lot of serious fishermen and fisherwomen.
In the centre is a tower in the shape of the coral and one can climb up the winding stairs to get a 360 degree view from the top.

There is no restaurant, so pack up a stack of your own ration. However, there is a tuck shop , commonly known as boofiya. If you chance to come here, try the cone icecream.... slurp

... and you can catch a boat ride from the island everyday.

At night, the skyline is lit up with lights from the Corniche area.

The Sleeping Muse

It has been a long time since my last post. Infact about 4 months gone by and the "I" in me has... rather hopefully had disappeared.

Stuff happens.... and then for a long time one thinks about getting back on the horse but it just doesnt happen. And the muse inside, starts to ignore you as you had ignored her.

She sleeps unperturbed until one day with fresh energy she blooms out and refreshes everything.

Inside the Drawing Block part III

Green Tea for three

Inside the Drawing Block part II