Last month, I visited my best-friend who lives in Dubai and we laughed how we have been BFFs for the past 10 years but haven't really talked in the past 4 years. I almost missed her wedding. There is no forgiveness in our relationship because neither of us can do any wrong in the eyes of the other. If I were to shoot someone in the head, she'd be right beside me, smoking gun in hand, making sure the bastard is dead. Together, We laugh so much its hard to believe our lives are less than perfect. I wish she lived in a place less decadent than Dubai and by decadent I mean materialistic. I have been to Dubai a few times before and every time I visit, the place is more commercialised and capitalised than before. I believe the government is aiming for a mall per capita. I was lucky to have caught the tail-end of the rare fair weather for the days I was there which meant long cozy evening at the beach and eating at the road-side cafes without sweating till drenched. We went crazy and even tried the Hookah for the first time: Watermelon, mint and rose flavoured smoke lingered in our hair for days. We fell asleep humming the songs we never knew the lyrics to.
Now there is a sea between us and promises to meet more often. We laugh harder because all is forgiven again.