The world of gulf migrants revolve around visas, medical tests, salaries, remittances, rents, salary cuts and delays, termites on the bed and calls back home. Life is lived between flights or plans of flights back home. Generations have worked in this region from South Asia and the story continues. This is particularly true of tier B or C city residents who seek a better life, when when top tier school grads are struggling to find jobs back home.
Sometimes we let others fulfil our dreams
Only to forget ours
To consume the present well
We live the image of the imaginations
Only to wonder the pale shadow of doubt
Was the dream
An inheritance or a path to moksha?