Writing Challenge Day 8:
Go to a local café, park, or public place and report on what you see.
It’s somewhere around 46° C and the café is a bit far away from where I am. Going outside isn’t much of an option today.
I’m facing the desktop screen, blank with ideas on what exactly to write for today’s challenge and also slightly bothered with the fact that it’s my turn to clean the bathroom. (Clorox and Dettol here I come.) I’m not in the mood of getting fumes into my system…
The sun is setting but there’s still a good amount of sunlight cascading into the room, peeping through the curtains of the balcony window. The window slider is jammed.
Outside the window I notice a bunch of new car sheds. Apparently a new construction for something of some sort is about to go underway, which required the evacuation of the car shades. Replanting them right in front of my view… It looks a bit out of place, odd, there’s something about the vast plain dusty brown desert sand that I find appealing, now, when you implant your Pajero and SUVs on top of it…It doesn’t look the same and it definitely isn’t appealing any more. It just looks like a Ford ad plus the Pufak chips packet on the floor. Uhmm, not appealing. But, the one who bares the most brunt in my view point is the poor mat’aam (restaurant) that might have to move its little cozy ‘diwaniya’ thingamajig they had going on.
Besides the car shades a man wanders like he forgot why he came there to begin with, another man, classy, suited up with a brief case in one hand, walks with confidence pacing his way to his destination. A man, wearing a sporting attire from what appears to be the early 90s, jogs his way down the street, a lady’s skirt wafts as a man speeds off on a motorbike.
I hear the faint beating of a drum from my upstairs neighbor, as usual at the oddest of times. Interrupting my thoughts.
My eyes wander to the busy expressway, I spot my dream car. “Ford flex” I love it and I don’t even know why, I just do, it’s the appearance maybe?
I watch it majestically hurtle its way down the road. I picture myself in the car. Glimmering, glossy, prestigious black, with white strips along the side. Lovely.
But, the road never fails to remind me of my fears I have towards driving here. Unfortunately, I am growing immune to the sounds of cars colliding, ambulance sirens, traffic police and fire brigades. It scares me. For now, my dreams of my dream car can rest.
The beats from above continue, and the sun gradually sets.