Thursday Doors – Istanbul & Dubai

These are in Istanbul…shopping area

Aah! The air conditioner, old school version. Called Barjeel in arabic, a wind tower/ wind catcher. It is an air-cooling invention used in this region since the 18th century. Thanks to its design, cold air blows down into the house, pushing hot air up and out. Sometimes the cooling effect was so strong that it was really cold in the room where the wind tower was installed. I wonder what those poles sticking out are all about..

The following are from Dubai, UAE. If I remember correctly this place was a museum/ cultural center meant to exhibit how people lived many, many years ago.

The above ventilation set up was on this building
This was the common area/ living room. Everywhere we went we were offered tea. Hot tea! Both here and in Istanbul.

That’s all for this week. A good weekend to all!

For Thursday Doors over at No Facilities with Dan. To look or participate go here



That Kiss

melting into your kiss –

a recurring memory I hang onto

to keep me sane

to say goodbye

to move on



For poetics over at dVerse where Kim is hosting and we’re talking ‘kisses’. To participate or just read go here.

Portly Grit!

This pink flower is the heather. It beams from the clutter of a garden still under the spell of winter. Each year it gets stouter, more portly. It starts flowering in November or December. I am surprised every time. I wonder how such dainty looking blooms survive such cold. Grit, I suppose.

Next to the heather is the coneflower. That too tends to want to spread out. Only, it wakes up much later. It is always interesting to watch these two jossle.

That side of the garden is ‘survival of the fittest territory’. I am taking lessons and aligning myself with their determination and grit. As such, I am squeezing you out of my thought process. This gift you came to appreciate way too late will no longer swim in thoughts of you! This year’s a different thing, –
I’ll not think of you.



For prosery Monday over at dVerse where Merril is hosting and the prompt is to incorporate the following lines into the prose

“This year’s a different thing, –
I’ll not think of you.”

from Charlotte Mew, “I so liked Spring”

Go here to participate or just read