I feel guilty of having been traveling the virtual world wide web this past few months and being an active netizen that I forgot that I am a citizen of this real, great wide world. Something is missing.
So just tonight I went out to an amazing fine desert evening to just inhale exhale real air, walk real roads, hear real talks and really learn. Oh the night is just lovely, its not hot nor cold. Me and Tatay chilled in a park bench with our banana fruit drink and discussed about our artistic endevours. I’ve never been so excited in my life like this. Passion is just all over us hoping it won’t die.
Then we had a 15 minutes walk going to the Souq Waqif where I saw colorful and intricatetly made arab lamps. Oh I want to have those. While Tatay bought a scarf just what he always wanted to do and wore it on his head the whole time. Now he looks like a rebel. Fine.
I really love going to the Souq at night. I was having a wonderful time even just looking around. Then we spotted the small artshop where I saw the portrait of the wretched child. I was thrilled to see it was still hanging on the wall. And again, I felt the connection. But the most amazing part is meeting the artist. We spotted Wisam in his desk, entered his world and realized that it is also our home. Our meeting was magical only artists would understand. This kind of people is what I call my soulmates.
No matter what would be the consequences of me going out of work early tonight would be worth it. The yummy bulalo we had in a Filipino restaurant wrapped up my wonderful Wednesday getaway. A night I will remember for the rest of my life. The night when I finally knew what was missing.
Time check: it’s half past 5 of a warm desert morning. I hear chirpping birds, ticking clock and grumbling stomach. Good morning, Doha! May our good God bless our day.