Heather, To

Hitherto, I have been living in a society that marks total insolvency of liberal thoughts to be expressed in the social fabric of its glad residents. A little of three years of Qatar has allowed me catch glimpses of beauty in day to day life in such a fashion that now i understand that i was indeed taking beauty for granted too.

Alas, i wonder what else lies in store for me to understand, of the list of things, that i could have taken for granted. Grass i took for granted for sure, rains, sludge walking, fresh flowers, bench warming / pillow talking with women ;), home made food...and the other things that are not listed in here, are also the ones i totally freaked out on or even abused to a certain extent..for example, biking, driving, love, lust, friends, Character, faith, reason, belief, democracy, politics, self motivation, etc. This extensive abuse of the latter also comes as a list of few things i miss today.

Wait...up! Spite!... of the gist i mist today, i have found a way of compensating the void created due to these mist'lings, by budding with life in very strange ways. For instance, the society has absolute monarchy on expression of thoughts in ways rather unfamiliar to its people still...whatever happened to colors, reds, blues, all the indigo colors on clothes, t-shirts with determination syntax's or self proclaimed bull****, or new generation body language (the middle finger), the art of graffiti, pictures of youth rebels, attitude, bumper car stickers, weird accessories on vehicles, freedom of expression through non verbal infiltration. There we go...another list of a few more things whose absence i have started to observe, and hence the attention!

Now, getting back to the strange take on life, budding after all the mist'lings...here comes the mother of all...the language barrier. Though the beauty of multi ethnicity beckons a beam of new learning from cultures across the pan arab countries, there are striking differences in languages and cultures as such, a good note for someone who speaks the local tongue. For others who do not speak the tongue, its the grace of non verbal talking, which is pretty much in admiration of beauty of cultures in its physical form and of its people in their display of respective ethnic persona.

Beautiful people, from the inside...from the outside,...looking through the veils of suspended fabric, a glance of glory for the mutually loving personality godhead unionist. Vibes so ethnic in their roots, yet so well matched towards the sophistication of the comfort living, welcome to the art of seekers keepers!

Beauty lies in the eye of the Beholder! True...very true, but the intensity with which the beholder is seeking this beauty depends on what interesting thoughts our seekers perceives of beauty. I am very indigenous in vibes if not auras yet, to already tell the interesting thought in the mind that got instigated and took off as a physical indulgence of locks. Grabbed a few inferences with some amazingly beautiful people, who remind me of this new found interest of reading the beautiful thought before seeing them come through beautiful eyes. An anticipated visionary with out any sonic interferences...

Mind reading is the thing of the past now, one does not rely on ones ability to read a persons thoughts, instead...its a new wave. The seeker says: 'How beautiful of you to have thought what i wanted you to think..., how would you like me to see through you, or would you rather i hear you out.'

A little provocative in nature, our seeker is well (Al)armed on every pulse of the beauty's beholding vibes. A step further could be an intense advancement of the insides, that no words ever be spoken before at least a single physical indication of conformation of mutual presence in the sphere of love.

Call it infatuation or call it love at first sight, the fact remains that even before a physical sigh of attraction was released into the thin air of compassion, the thought already had made love with the beauty it was seeking and had found. The deliverance of love or lust does not hold any importance as yet, for the unspoken is yet to unleash its love in verbal petals of anticipation of the beauty already appreciated by our seeker.

And now, if our seeker is spell bound with beauty...lets not blame his love for the (need not necessarily be speaking) ever so significant Heather.