Re-posting from our twin-site: “Non-opposites,” a short sketch on unity

Cloud Gypsies


THAT DUSTY HOT Friday morning started with a usual greeting. S. and I have met by the traffic signal at the beginning of a street that would lead deep into a green area of Zaabeel. For both of us ‘how are you?’ is not a native question and neither it is a natural thing to ask and respond with the same question. “Worse than Pichai, but better than that guy in Congo,” my friend said. Off we ran chatting about it. Indeed, why does one always have to compare himself or herself with others? What is our original face?

-Dubai, 717

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