Blogs by Ruhani Bachhal

Mesmerised I was still Not at the city But the little world that was just enough to speak the past of the Emirates Those grains of the sand were miraculous too Their colour, their lustre, their flawlessness were intact yet Mesmerised I was still Not at the architecture But the architecture-lessness of the scene The sunset didn't escape my eyes until  it had disappeared into the orange-pink heaven Mesmerised I was still Because I had just seen one of those few places Sapients eloped to From the havoc of this chaotic world Mesmerised I was still Not at the city But the golden dunes of the desert That spoke to me in the belief that I would understand Nonetheless, this young girl wasn't learned enough So she stood there very still without any verses to come from her; the silence was loud, and those dunes took it as their praise.                                             ...

Miraculous was the sea Miraculous was the air Miraculous was the sand of the beach from the desert Miraculous were the buildings and so were the religious denominations Miraculous were the people Locals, as well as the migrated ones, there With the discovery of oil and the toil Of a tandem of decades Are there now the miracles We are left jaw-dropped because of which Yes, oh dear old soul I talk of the seven Emirates That united for the good, thus are now called together- United Arab Emirates.                                     ~Ruhani Bachhal Ladies and gentlemen, marhaban!   This Emirates trip was another wise decision my parents took, and glamorous too is my tale of being there for seven wholesome days. It was the evening of March 14th when I could finally get a hold of the doorknob of my hotel room, starving and chilling; yes, sceptical indeed. It was a long day of travelling and by the t...