October 27, 2013

L’Italia

Italy was the last country of our three-week long trip, and honestly, the bit that I was most excited about! Driving through the Brenner Pass, a mountain pass along the border between Italy and Austria we crossed numerous apple orchards and vineyards and began to spot the Italian part of the Alps in a Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara sort of frame, where an endless stretch of road continued with grapes growing on either side of the road and the towering ice tipped mountains looked down on them. Buongiorno We were headed towards Italy’s northern-most major city of Venice! It is one of those places you have seen just too many times…

April 16, 2013

Real Beauty

I’ve never been a huge fan of Dove’s products, save for a body lotion with sparkle in it (Yes, it can make you feel like a Cullen for while), but I’ve always followed their ‘Real Beauty’ social campaign as I knew that Edelman Digital was behind it. But one of their adverts I came across today, made me think about beauty. If you haven’t already seen it – here it is: I know so many people, who – to me are absolutely beautiful. Someone’s got the perfect jawline, the other the most stunning tresses. One of them has a smile that can light up anyone’s day and the other has…

January 25, 2013

Marina Thursday

The ocean getaway was being planned for a while now, but the winds just weren’t cooperating. So this Thursday morning, when my colleague Rebecca texted me to say that WindFinder was predicting waveless seas, I was up at 7 am all dressed and read to hit the blue! Rebecca and her husband own a lovely little motorboat here and take it out on weekends from the Bander Al Rowdha Marina. Its the ideal thing to do in Muscat winters- dolphin watching, fishing and the occasional spotting of a whale. It is no wonder that when she asked if I’d like to come along, I jumped at the proposition! So there…

November 6, 2012

The Obituary Of Waves

I read this on my reader and for a moment fell in love with the thought.  I wanted this to never get lost, so am re-posting here. *** Waves. Nobody ever writes them. No one stops and thinks about how they come to an end, using up their dying breath to sometimes crash passionately against the rocks and sometimes kiss the sand tenderly before disappearing. I wonder if the waves know they are rushing towards their end? Or maybe they think that what lies in front is a whole new destination. But we all sit by the shore and watch them. And listen to the sound ages after it dies…