It is quite astonishing when you think of the time... 'spring' and Kuwait. I always read, on blogs, newspapers, travel magazines, etc. that the climate of the country was as hot as a fire ball. Almost throughout the year, the scorching sun and its rays settling upon the floors of fine sands in the deserts, making it shine like gold. However, I never heard of people dying of heat waves. So I always wondered how people carried on with their day to day lives in such an extreme weather.
So here I was… in Kuwait,
The time when everything seemed to blossom.
The flowers in parks, the people's lives in their secluded dens, the cars roaring around on roads, the silence in the desert, the blue waters of the Persian Gulf, and last but not the least the 'Shurtaa's' (traffic police)… they all seemed to cherish the bloom of the spring time.
The only thing that did not blossom were the attitudes… the attitude of the community.
Somebody once told me, the only thing consistent in the country will be their instincts towards non-natives.
© Sameer Aftab
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