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The last morning in Salalah. Breakfast was an illusion for me for the past three days, so I don’t quite remember that part. We got on the bus, the heat still slapping our faces. Our english teacher, entertained us with his amazing pull ups on the bus- it was only later that I realized that…
This time we went to a wadi and saw water and I was happy. I was in a hurry to not miss out on anything- I left Alwin in front of the line to get me ice cream and then disappeared on a boat to the other side of the lake. He ended up eating…
After getting grilled by our teacher for forty-five minutes for being the disappointment we are in life, we shamelessly gear up for the part of high school where the worst class in that school could possibly showcase our inner talents. As the teacher closes her lecture, shedding a tear for the pain we cause her…
We proceeded to the next location which was also an absolute wonder that I’d agree, used up all twenty five of my omani rials- a marvelous landmark that represented Salalah for what it is. A mountain.
It didn’t take long for the smell to kick in. The bus slowly turned into a concentration camp, we were looking for ventilation- gaps between the fixed windows that could not be opened, an opening in the ceiling, the creak in the bus door, but none provided solace to this distressing time.
The accounts lesson. He has arrived. The bell hasn’t rung yet. But he has arrived, holding on to the tip of his laptop- a risk of it slipping from his hands is 96.3%, but he’d carry it to class that way, as if he has another five Dell laptops at home, patiently waiting to be…
It’s 6.42 am. Entering the classroom seems like I’m the first one there. The handle’s cold, because the AC’s been running for a while. The lights are out, the black board is wiped clean, and the desks are undisturbed. I’m not the first one there. Albin has already settled on his desk next to the…
He’s no more. The local physician confirmed it himself. The man has finally bit the dust; leaving nothing but a hopeless wife and a 10 ruppee note as his only savings. The funeral was held in the evening. I borrowed a set of decent funeral clothes from my cousins and walked the floors of a…
“Let’s go deeper!”But the corals scare me.I said that in my mind.“Sure.” I pulled down the life jacket I was wearing and tried to sink down. The fins on my feet made it difficult for me to thrust myself downwards but i caught a glimpse of Illu halfway below. “How’d you do that?” I blurted…
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