My Thanksgiving

Just a few days ago, I left Dubai, a city built amidst the sands, standing tall and beautiful against the desert winds, to come back to Bangalore. On arrival, I was greeted by a city drenched in winter rains, with the the sounds of the rain, as they beat down on the bus I took from the airport.

The contrast between the two cities is compelling. Both enigmatic, in their own mysterious ways. Am glad I could be at both. Glad I could see how nature, the gift of God, ensured this contrast that I could sink in.

That's my Thanksgiving.