Dear Friends. Life is stranger than fiction…so many things happen in life. That it is hard to explain why. Same way I was stuck with a beautiful girl in the middle of nowhere. In a foreign country. Where all we knew was each other. All we had was each other….what do you do..? How do you kill times. When you don’t know when the time will finish. The memory. The heartache. The long breathe….how do you explain the tender moments we shared in that tiny hotel room and things did not even began yet.. Just read…
We went to the restaurant in the main floor…I took a voucher with me to pay for the meal. We sat near a window. The heavy curtain was a bit open ..I looked through the window. It was crystal clean supremely sunny day put there. I could feel the heat ..There were few cars zooming by the highway. I wondered how these people live in this hot weather. Then again I lived in Florida and I went to visit Las Vegas and Arizona…I remembered the heat in those place.
The menu was in Arabic but English was written under all the Arabian food. I knew that the Arabic people loved to eat meat especially Goat meat. But since Muscat was next to the Arabian Sea, There were plenty of fish was on the menu especially Shrimp (of course if you include shrimp in fish category) so there was no problem to order.
I loved to eat mutton (the meat of goat is called mutton) but when I asked her she gave me a yak look. She told me that mutton smells so she does not want to eat mutton.. Omani foods are very simple but delicious. I took Maqbous which was a rice dish, tinged yellow with saffron and cooked over a spicy red or white meat and it tasted delicious and finished with dates, served with khawa, or Omani coffee. Khawa is prepared from freshly roasted ground coffee mixed with cardamom powder.
On the other hand she took some Shrimp kebob which was charbroiled under wood fire and finished with Yoghurt drinks, flavored with cardamom and pistachio nuts. She loved it..I was happy that we had a good lunch as we were very hungry.
I went to the front desk for some sightseeing information. The front desk clerk was very helpful. I forgot his name after more than 20 years. I asked him to get us a taxi driver who will show us around…he got an older Taxi driver who happened to speak a little English and I was grateful for that. We told him to pick us up around 5 p.m. as I could see that the sun will be very hot before that even though the taxi was air conditioned.
We came to the room. We took an elevator and it was having problem. I pressed the button. The door closed and ..Nothing happened. I pressed all the buttons. Including the emergency button. But the elevator did not even move. She started to get panicked. I told her not to panic as we were still in the main floor. We did not get stuck in the middle of the floor…
We were inside about 10 minutes and I was so surprised that no one came to find us. It was kind of old fashioned elevator so there were lots of small holes and air was not a problem. I looked at her. There was some sweat on her nose just like a drop of dew on the blades of grass in the early spring morning. I took a tissue from my pocket. And gave it to her. She wiped the sweat out of her nose and thanked me.
The time was standing still…I did not know what to do. I tried to kick the door. Pressed all the buttons for the thousandth time. Finally the door just got opened. I thought someone did that but when I came out from the elevator. There was no one…
I tried to take a different elevator but she was afraid to take one so she told me to walk up. I did not mind because it was only 4 flights up. Oh. One thing. I adjusted my watch from the restaurant and it was only 3 o’ clock. Any way we came to the room and the room was cleaned while we were out. It felt great to see some chocolates on the pillow. She never had that experience so she was jumping like a little kid. I smiled..
I told her to take some rest on the bed. She told me that she would want to watch TV instead of a nap. I said to myself no problem. I sat on the chair started to relax.
She became so excited when most of the channels were from either India or Pakistan and there were more than enough Indian and Pakistani TV channels to choose from.
I also joined with her to watch the TV. There was a movie going on and I still remember it was a movie called Dill Haai ki Manta Nehi (The heart doesn’t want to accept) by Amir Khan where Amir Khan had to take a similar journey with an unknown girl. I saw that movie in New York and she did too in Bangladesh. But it felt kind of great being in the same situation.
Until next post. Got to sleep…