When this prompt came up on my feed, I smiled. A wave of warm memories floated in. The adan calls for prayer. The fragrance of attar. And, the whiff of friendship.
It had been more than three years since I met Dave and Karen and Birdy all at the same time. The last time we all met was in Bangalore, and that was a hurried rush. This time, here we were. And another friend who I started bonding with recently came along for the party. We laughed. We joked. We searched for spicy food. We went to mosques and wandered through palaces. We gawked at grottoes echoing Byzantine art. Together, they showed me a beautiful place. A world where people are true, where friendships last, and where goodness is not a myth.
Without any doubt, this was my favorite photo of 2017.
Not only was this a unique way of taking a photo, but it brought together the rarity of this occasion. I don’t know when the four of us will meet like this again. That makes it rarer, and the honey dew of that memory drips still. Drip by drip of remembered joy.
