The (in)famous Dubai summer is now picking as temperatures rocket up to 51 degrees, somewhere benefitting the economy as people start spending more time shopping in the malls or at the movies as all outdoor activities take a backseat.
This is my first summer in the Sheikh-land and I can’t help but miss the incredibly short but extremely gorgeous (the great) British summer in London that I have loved whole-heartedly, obsessively and passionately.]
The greens, the garden lunches, the geometry of leaf and petal, stamen and shadow, Wimbledon, strawberries, butterflies, bikers, kids sashaying over the lush-Green grass slopes, pubs flooded with people, Pimms, street-dancers, the sky flaunting amazing, amusing colours at dawn and at the sunset and a general happiness enveloping London as a default setting – I can never ever forget the magic of a sunny day in London.
It would always excite me while on my way to and fro work to take note of the empty tree branches of the winters gradually filling out, turning leafier, showcasing varied shades of Green from being a tiny shoot to growing to be a full-fledged leaf.
And then ofcourse a Londoner would know, how disappointing it feels when an unexpected and not so welcome rain would drizzle dropping those temperatures and taking away the precious sunshine. It’s depressing, it’s frustrating but the spirit of a Londoner lies in still being hopeful with a smile shining on the edge of consciousness as he anticipates the world of summer with its infinitely preferable possibilities, when irrespective of those unwelcome greys and drizzles, no matter for a short while … but there would be sunshine, there would be celebrations under the Blue skies and even in the busy time one would stop and smell the roses … moments that precisely make a British summer, ‘the great British summer’.