Morning in Dubai is a medley of maid's kitchen rumblings, hubby's rustling papers and baby's cheery cries. For all its security and promise, I Prefer the dawn back home in Delhi. We'd lay in our enormous bed and see a wide expanse of sky gradually melting into a fresh crisp Morning. We'd see stars and birds. Lots of trees.
We keep the curtains drawn all the time in the bedroom here. A gigantic skyscraper grew up almost overnight outside the window. Now its twinkly balcony lights shine through our curtains. Almost like a night sky.
Then there is the little matter of the airconditioning. What distance, in-laws and cultural differences couldn't do, this will... pull us asunder that is. Hubby and baby like it freezing cold. I prefer it tropical. Majority rules. Most mornings I wake up, snivelly and sniffing and chilled to the bone, trying to burrow deeper into the comforter but feeling colder still, then waking up as we are really late again.