Before
starting to write this small article, I am really proud to thank my
Brother-in-law for giving me and my family a chance to visit the old Heaven of
the world, Dubai. It has been 20 years, since my family returned back after
saying adios to Dubai and settled in Kerala. I am writing this small blog just
to shout my inner feelings of joy, sorrow and nostalgia right from the moment
my sister told me to pack up for a week’s trip to Dubai. I and my Mom prepared
well to be back to the land where I was bought up initially. The flight to
Dubai started by lingering fresh thoughts making my surroundings and mind
filled with colours of the 80’s. My mind was totally immersed in these thoughts
that I even forgot how old I have grown since I had left the place and that I
belonged to an earning class member. Once I reached Dubai, I didn’t even forget
to take a snap of my second landing in the land where I grew as a kid and get
it posted in FB. Dubai had changed a lot with new amenities, places to visit,
commercial and business expansions and all. But still it was the same old Dubai
in our hearts. No matter how much a kid grows, his father is always the same
for him for all times to come. Ageing can only change physical attributes, but
never the mind or heart. And the love for him will always be the same and
cherished throughout the lifetime. I had
a similar attitude with that land. Afterall it was a place where my Dad always
wished, ever since he started working there, that he should close his eyes in
that land. But that was a dream gone wrong for him. He had such a strong
passion for Dubai that he used to frequently say this to my Mom. I enjoyed
mostly certain places of visit, where the memories of my past still had got
locked in cobwebs. The air still had the smell of sand from sand dunes which
was really hard to resist. The feeling that I had when I saw my Father’s old
office and the area where I grew up was still lurking in my mind. I still feel that I need to write more here.
But I am unable to express my feelings in words. Its even beyond the physical
limit. Just like the sea water can be felt at the shore but never near the
horizon. During my return flight to Kerala after a week of joy and a treasure
chest of nostalgias, the only thing I could remind myself was that I was a
small kid, who loved Dubai the same way as he was a kid 20 years back and my
Dad was not with us to rebuild and share the wonderful memories of the past we
had together.
