The Mundane Artist

We stood face-to-face, And I could read her, see her,  But she couldn't.  She jumped in puddles, and wore torn clothes.  When asked her what she wanted, she asked for her parents.  I jumped away from the puddles, and wore the finest clothes.  When asked what I wanted, I am sure my parents weren't part of my wish.  But this doesn't mean, that she didn't want the glitz and glamour and comfort that I had.  But this doesn't mean, that I didn't love my parents.  Then, what does it mean?  She walked around bare feet, and slept on cold stone.  I walked around in my Stilettos, and slept with red duvets.  But this doesn't mean, that she wasn't comfortable.  But this doesn't mean, that I am comfortable.  Then, what does it mean?  She played with twigs and stones.  I played with Barbie Dolls, and pink everything.  But this doesn't mean, that she never enjoyed it.  ...

School trips are something that are looked forward to. After the monotonous way of life, you suddenly get an opportunity to visit a place with your friends. All the hotel gossips, the fights, the places, the pictures, every single thing stays with you till the day you die. My trip was just the same, yet different. I joined the German-Oman Exchange Program 2016-2017 with only the thought of meeting new people and getting to know another culture. None of my close friends were going for it, but yet, I was determined to go. Which, let me be honest, wasn’t a bad thing at all. I got introduced to so many new and wonderful souls, all with different talents and backgrounds, and got closer to the known. The country, of course, was beautiful, and the people, just as beautiful. Warm, hospitable, and understanding, is how anyone who has been a part of this Exchange Program through the years, will describe them. Their curiosity about our culture, and our curiosity about their cultur...