I: You know, what's really, like, absolutely fantastic about this piece of music is...
Ilkay interrupting: Hold on a sec, can we just savor this auditory masterpiece in blissful silence?
I: Haha, alrighty then, silence it is! rolls eyes
We exchange a glance that practically screams, "Ain't this the most profound musical experience of our lives?" as we sip our artisanal, craft-brewed beers. Because clearly, we're a couple of highbrow individuals who appreciate the finer things in life, like letting the ambiance of the room soak in the auditory delights without uttering a word. And of course, we punctuate this moment with a chuckle that can only be described as the height of sophistication.
Ah, the joys of being cultured connoisseurs of music and beer!
Aku, with a friendly smile, emerges onto the balcony, clutching a handful of delectable dates. He generously hands them out to each one of us.
I can't resist but quip, "Do you know where I've had the absolute best dates?" The others give me quizzical looks, clearly intrigued.
I continue, "It's those dates from the north of Sudan; you absolutely must try Sudanese dates."
This proclamation is met with a chorus of hearty laughter from everyone present. I'm left bewildered, thinking, "What's so funny about appreciating good dates?"
Ilkay, between fits of laughter, manages to say, "You sounded incredibly serious when you said that, haha!"
The next day, to my surprise, I find myself bestowed with the affectionate nickname of "Sudanese Date." And so, my little comment on those delicious Sudanese dates becomes an enduring joke among our group, reminding us that even the simplest of statements can turn into the most unexpected sources of amusement and camaraderie.
Amidst the biting chill of this wintry night, there's a curious warmth that envelops me. The frosty air should, by all accounts, leave me shivering, yet there's an inexplicable heat that courses through my veins, a subtle defiance of the cold's icy grip.
Beneath the starlit sky, I find myself caught in this enigmatic embrace of warmth, as if the very universe conspired to infuse this moment with a touch of cosmic tenderness. It's as if the frigid air, in its dance with my soul, has whispered secrets of ancient fires, igniting a quiet, inner flame.
In the paradox of it all, this frigid night seems to cradle me, teaching me that warmth is not always measured in degrees but felt in the poetry of contrasts, where the cold and warmth coalesce to create a singular, exquisite sensation that defies the ordinary.
let's go clubbing,
do you know how to dance?
I DON'T
who said so???
Ahmed:the things I tell you, I don't say them to anyone but I don't know why?
I:you don't know why what?
Ahmed :I don't know why I tell you
