We both decided to sleep in the park last night. I incidentally brought along a couple of thick shawls, which helped us keep warm from the wintry breeze of the desert. “It’s okay,” Masood tried to assure me, “it will be dawn in three hours and then we can head back home.”
I woke up to the gentle rays of the morning sun filtering through the yellow curtains. I felt so warm and cozy. It took me a while to realize that I was in my own bedroom, and much longer to realize that it was already time for me to get up and prepare breakfast. Reluctantly, I got up to start my day, trying to recall what I had been thinking of the previous day that made me dream about us sleeping in the park, of all places!
While chopping onions, I placed a plate on a plastic bowl that contained diluted dish washing liquid. Later when I tried to take that plate, the rim of the plastic bowl clung to it. Before I knew it, I had lifted the plate up, while gravity pulled the plastic bowl down, where it landed dramatically into the sink, splashing liquid soap on my clothes and face.
After breakfast while pouring out tea into the cups, the tea leaves overflowed out of the sieve, as I mentally planned what to do during the Eid holidays. Hot tea spilled over the counter, reminding me that Eid is still a week away and that I need to concentrate on now.
Then I had my abaya to iron. So while I was at it, Masood complimented on how good the tea tasted. He offered me a few sips from his cup. “Just hold on to it for a few seconds,” I told him, “don’t put it down on the table.” He had better things to do than stand there with the cup of tea, so he placed it on the table. I looked towards him for a second and next thing I know, the iron dropped on the floor! For all I knew, I had carefully placed it on the side of the ironing board. Masood didn’t react. He casually left the room after getting dressed.
I dropped my cellphone while rushing to make it to the elevator. Unfortunately, it still works. My ever faithful, 53-month-old cellphone simply refuses to give up. If only I hadn’t promised myself that I won’t buy a new piece as long as this one worked fine. You see, I had bought this cellphone from my own money while still working in Manila, and it meant a lot to me. But this is already OLD, yet stubbornly refuses to retire!
And last, but not the least, clumsy act of mine would be in the office. I just spilled coffee on my laptop.
And it’s only 6 pm.
PS: It’s the 37th National Day of the U.A.E. today. Abu Dhabi is going to host the world’s biggest fireworks later tonight. And we’re the only one working today, well except for some policemen, a few doctors and nurses, sales people at the mall, security guards, and hotel staff. Ok, we’re not alone, but you get the picture.