BLOGGING TO SOOTH THE NERVES.

After several days of glitter, gold, sand, selfies, souks, Sim cards, and survival instincts, I am finally home — fresh, functional, and fully Indian again. The Dubai trip era has officially ended. Passport resting. Suitcase defeated. Jet lag negotiating with my brain like a stubborn landlord. But oh… what a ride it was! Day 1: Landed in Dubai. Immigration staff gave me a look that said: “Welcome. Don’t expect smiles.” I accepted the challenge. Our tour manager Lokesh kept count of us like a school teacher on a picnic. Meanwhile, Dubai Mall kept count of how many kilometres I walked. Day 2: Dubai Frame! Group photo! Everyone smiling except the person who later had to pay for the printed copy — me. Evening cruise: Magic show, dance, food, joy, calories, and 200 dirhams gone for souvenir photos. Worth it. The confetti picture alone was happiness. Day 3: Museum of the Future: Looked like a giant doughnut with beautiful calligraphy. I looked like a man searching for Wi-Fi. Desert Safari: ...

Simple.

New   Ajan is Dasarathan's father. pic.twitter.com/Gir4ZJwboL — Girmit (^‿^) (@cgBalu) June 4, 2020

New Fine, to be at blogger again.

S8E1 #tbbt Sheldon visits New York, Arizona....some American cities using Train 🚆 The fun part is he never goes inside the cities. He remains in the train and at Railway Stations 🚉 He is robbed including his pants. He can’t fix himself to change in life. He calls Leonard. — Girmit (^‿^) (@cgBalu) March 24, 2019

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