My orange wedding (part three): Here comes!

However long your wedding preparations are, it is never sufficient to assure you that you’re a hundred percent ready on your big day. Ours was a rush two-month prep and the usual last-minute surprises came unsurprisingly late almost on the event itself. Our friends and relatives never failed to remind us with a countdown –…

The sibling I share my name with

Me: “Hi, I’m Twinky. Nice to meet you.” New contact: “Hello, Twinky. What a cute name!” Me: “Thank you! I got it out of a root word since I have a twin sister.” And so goes my introduction of myself. I have never grown tired of introducing myself this way. My acquaintances find it either…

My orange wedding (part two): The prenup

They say you can’t be ready until you get there. Although I’m there but not quite yet, I now know better what to expect more or less and how to deal with life after the wedding – more or less. Things get more serious, with each aspect of life never failing to crunch my tummy…

How I got this Orlando Bloom syndrome

During my stint as a key media relations person in one of Abu Dhabi’s top five-star hotels, one of the perks I enjoyed was my active involvement in photo shoots and broadcasting activities of celebrities at local and international scales. I was the media representative of the hotel so that whenever a crew from CNN,…

My orange wedding (part one)

In a few months God willing I will be exchanging vows with the most charming man I have personally known. Having gone through a number of weddings (of my older siblings), my family is no longer a stranger to such big events, but since it will be the first for my fiancé’s family and since…

This insidious sign of times

I wake up to the persistent sound of notifications from my mobile phone at 5 am. My sleepy eyes squint at the bright light of my phone as I unlock it and start searching for the apps where the notifications come from. After scanning through a hundred messages on Whatsapp, I routinely open my Facebook…

That mysterious perfect timing

A classic story of morals infers, “What killed the frog was its own inability to decide when it had to jump out of boiling water.” True enough, our instincts at times deceive us. But in such moments, are we helpless? Not at all. I may not have lived long enough yet nor do have a…

Detox water. Cut the drama.

It started with a few neglegted strawberries in the fridge, a cucumber and the last squeeze of lemon. And oh, the will to try it out. And so goes my little history of how my bottle of detox water became.  Instinctively I googled how and which fruits and veggies I could include in my concoction,…

Print’s not dead…yet.

We were on our way back to Abu Dhabi when we had a stopover in Jumeirah Lake Towers for a late lunch/early dinner. The restaurant we decided to dine in specialized in international cuisine at a fair price. The group just came from a long two-day conference in Dubai and I wanted to rush home….

Still-ing the moment

I am not a photographer and definitely not learning to be one. I actually hate understanding those photography jargons and tiny icons and digits appearing in my DSLR cam screen. But I love ‘stilling moments’ and preserving them the way I want them remembered. For as long as my memory takes me back in time,…

How it feels to be in Kish

Dreadful. By the time you get your air ticket to Kish you feel something squirming inside your stomach. Talking about flying in a rundown Kish airbus, to staying in a 10- to 14-bedded room, to waiting for your visa to arrive – imagine how one feels in going through such this stressful (and not-under-any-normal-circumstance) process….