Desert Flower

I do love typing a new hello and a new post. Just writing and recording gives me a new lease of life, let's say. And it hasn't been easy to post regularly in the last year, and now, things have changed, I'm back to my Princess-self, and you will hear about my daily goings-on (however interesting they may be) and what's taking shape in my new life.

I may be just a set of words at this time when you're reading me, but I would like to get back to the personality I may have lost, through not writing and interacting, like I did do before.

I have things to say but I wonder, how important are they? Does it make a difference to say Salik is a toll I am happy to pay, and that I love the fact Dubai Mall has everything to offer at your doorstep, and that service is pretty good at the moment?

No, no. I'm on a roll and ready to go. What can I write that makes anyone read this think 'Oh, yes, good to read that, reminds me of something I am going through, glad she conquered that.'

There are flowers in the desert that bloom; just the other day I saw some jasmine-smelling ones that look so beautiful you feel like taking into your hand and saying yes, I see you are there, and are my friend in the desert. The stems were upright and green, and the fragrant flowers edging on their success, blunt and tall. I have a story to tell, through their delicate fragrance, beautiful look and the fact you are there to have in your hand, if you would like to pick them, and tell the world your story.