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?