Echoes of the Sands:

<p>The city shared its name with the state in a sandy land kissed by the sea. Days meant counting money for a foreign bank, while nights unfolded in a lively dance through brightly lit lanes.</p> <p>Sun-soaked streets were crowded with more brown faces than locals. White-robed natives, Indians dressed in vibrant movie-star hues, and Pakistanis adorned in brown Salwar Kameezes created a vivid tapestry. Women were rare, hidden beneath black burkas, leaving the streets and bazaar to be ruled by men and boys.</p> <p>Amidst friends and jingling Dirhams, he strolled carefree as if tomorrow were an ordinary day. The side streets turned his brown shoes into a white canvas, telling tales of his unrestrained wanderlust.</p> <p><a href="https://djayasi.medium.com/echoes-of-the-sands-d97ae3285aa7"><strong>Website</strong></a></p>