Evening has come


For some reason, when I stroll along the streets of Muharraq, the feel of the country inclines towards being nostalgic. Not just homesick but something real and deeper. A sort of connection is brought in by the warm smiles and friendly talks with past years; those times spent with someone closer in the family, from the bygone years.

True, we are strangers.
Time goes by.
when we realise that evening has come,
we must depart.
the feeling of being together,
lingers on.



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