Thank You Sir ... Happier Were Those Days

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     Happy memories can heal.Strangely, sometimes of a thing that can cause a bleeding wound.A word before I tell you what I wanted to. This photo was shot this evening as it caught my eyes in a traditional market, popularly known as Tuesday Market in Abha. It opens all days but for their big day is Thursday.The Arabic word for this decorative object is Jambiya.The one in the frame is a wooden model displayed in front of a honey vendor.This stall sells honeycomb too, interestingly. 
     It did bring all the memories back again.You are less likely to forget that. Don’t worry though. I can take you for a walk.A lovely piece of accessory you gifted me the day before I left for Saudi Arabia. It was a beautiful keychain holding a small replica of a silver-colored-knife, the kind that traditional Arab tribesmen wear on their waist belt. I hadn't thought of it in years, nor could I even remember where I had left it when I was in a hurry to get my stuff ready for departure. But … a thing we do in love won't go unremembered for long.


     A couple of summer vacations ago, my sister handed me her home keys so I could let a cleaner in while she was away. I was on my way to her home fidgeting with the bunch of keys when the object chained to the keyring caught my attention. It seemed very familiar. Oh my gosh … it didn’t take long for me to realize it was the keyring with the knife you had gifted me. I was really surprised by the way it had resurfaced after so many years in hiding. And It has been in use ever since. A million thanks…

     Dear … I often miss you all - though, looking back, I am not happy with the way I conducted my sessions at the time. I could really have done a lot better. Hope you were not too disappointed with the way I was handling my first hour-slot for nearly a year. Thank you

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