KUTZ THINKX!!

I moved to Fujairah, UAE from Madras, India in the year 1992. I was 5 years old. My first memory of this move, was being reunited with my dad who had moved a little earlier to settle into his new job.  I loved our new home, the new city, the park right around the corner & mainly the fact that we were all together again. Do not recollect missing my school or anyone else! I had all my people with me. This is clearly a great age to move somewhere new 😊  We lived in Fujairah, UAE for a few years -  the most magical years of my life. It was a small town, a small parish & we were so close with all our friends & neighbours. The doors were always open for us kids to hang out & play. It was a time & place where it was safe for kids to get on their bikes and venture out alone. I made sure to be out to play at 4pm sharp every single day & be back at 6pm aka sunset - no permission to stay out beyond that. I'd then wait eagerly for my dad to get back home...

I started my day early today, and was at the airport way before my mom's plane could land and the flight was delayed! So,I just sat around watching the display board and everyone coming and going. I love ARRIVALS :) I just love to watch people meeting after a gap, and you can even gauge the possible duration of separation and the intimacy between the person arriving and the receiving party. You may have noticed that a fair share of people are so shy to display their emotions and yet something as small as the lighting up of their faces gives them away in an instant:)Its sweet! I sat there watching and smiling, and smiling some more :D Who ever said distance makes the heart grow fonder knew what he was talking about! So there was this particular man who was really restless in the waiting area with me, he kept peeping through the glass, looking at his watch and the display TV so frequently I was starting to get a little nervous! I thought something must be wrong! After a good tw...