The middle east heat in June is scorching. Sandwiched in the humidity of the wind and steam heat of the cement – this is what I have imagined it to be, this is what a middle east country should feel like. I was not disappointed at all.
Some days are easy, some days are not and when its not, I like to walk it all away.
There are about a thousand steps from the office to the nearest bus station, I can take a train though, but life seems so easy that way. I take that thousand steps instead and learn a lot along the way. That thousand steps takes about 15 minutes before I reach the station and from that 15 minutes, I was able to write a 15 page book of random thoughts that are slowly forgotten like the changing colors of the sky when sun is settling down.
When I am settled in my seat, I try to remember them.
That time when you think about the mundane and the banal things in life and make a choice. And at times it will all boil down to intuition, the good kind, where you know that everything you will do – from small to big things are all part of this predestined now and that it matters somehow no matter how it might turn out. And right then and there, the bus stop and you’re home.