Hearing and sharing stories are a big part of living and growing. I hope my stories will help you discover and hear more of your own stories. Feel free to share and be part of the quest to discover and hear the Whispers in the moments we have.
I stood on a corner of Dubai’s City Walk main intersection, wondering if I should turn left or go straight. It was a fun moment of quietness, relaxed, and with everything yet to be decided. As I looked across the space, I reflected on my role in the pivotal moments of my journey. There is a lot of room for improvement. I took on roles...
I generally ignore pedestrian crossing lights. I know they are in place for my safety. I also understand that drivers depend on them for driving within the rules of the road. My approach to obeying pedestrian rules is a childhood rebellion that has, in my opinion, lingered far too long. Tonight, I waited. I was cautious because everyone around me waited with silent patience. It felt...
Read moreFor most of the year, I am not a dessert person. With me, it is not a matter of will. It is an outcome of watching my father enjoy salads and his favourite dish as an alternative to something sweet. In my case, at least for this meal, I was all in. With as much as I found myself sampling, there was even more that...
Read moreIt has been a long day. Up before dawn, I struggled to let the fresh coffee work its magic. The toll of driving, parking, metro, being up for meetings, waiting, rinse and repeat had extracted a price. In the scheme of difficulties, my day was a good one to have. The sense of exhaustion was one shared with many others. As the dusty sun began to...
Guardien stands watch in a quiet corner of Dubai’s International Financial Center. This was an early work of a Spanish artist. Raw steel, rusting, imposing, and silently dominating was my reaction as I waited. Looking at it from all directions, I realised I could share the warrior’s vision. Four distinct lines of sight emerged, a vision of the world beyond the self. I would have...
I arrived on the front side of rush hour. The metro station parking lot reflected the time of day for a usual business week. As I stepped onto the platform, I realised I was the only person waiting for the next train. It was not as if I was trying to avoid others. It felt like I was. In the stillness and emptiness of the...
I flew with my brother from San Francisco to Mumbai when I was ten. We were two young kids, off on an adventure to stay with grandparents I barely knew and in a country that only existed in my imagination. We arrived in the middle of the night, so the initial impressions were surreal. When we finally arrived in our new home, I was...
As I walked along the road on my way home, the headlights and reflection on the wall dominated everything I could see. Frankly, each step was a blur. It was hard to see clearly. I thought I knew the path. In the darkness, bright lights ahead and a reflecting glare consumed my attention, sapping my confidence that everything would be okay. ...
Two modes of transport were occupying a single space. My first thought was to have “no comment” on who “rightly” belonged in the spot. Today, they shared the spot. It was easy to admire the expensive sportscar. She looked as if she could belong anywhere. Sleek, beautiful, and fast. Everything a car fan would look for in a dream vehicle. Standing alongside was a visually well-used wheelchair. Functional, accessible,...
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