Across the Road-Msida-Malta

Just shifting from one side of the road to the other can make a lot of changes in the way one sees and feels one’s route.

The moon on the Western horizon was an imposing presence. The dark pillars of the Safia mosque. The echoes. Adagio in G Minor. And the shuffling of the pace.

As I studied the Mahaari sea front and the feel of Medina in the Mediterranean waters, I saw the imposing, more modern structures. The Five inverted bottle towers (Daat-El-Emaad), the Victory Tower (Burz Al-Fateh), the Corinthia hotel, The Grand Hotel (Funduq Kabeer) and Mahaari. Glittering lights. How was it in the times of Othman Pasha? How did a doctor in the times of Dragut view this coastline in 1550s?

Remembering Ghalib in the morning hour

Dil hi toh hai..Dard se bhar na aaye kyon.

Roenge Hum Hazaar Baar..Koi Hamein Sataaye Kyon.

Roughly translated

It is just the heart, why should it not be full of sadness.

I will cry a thousand times, whey should anyone care or trouble me.

What is there across the road?

What is there across the sea?

What is there across the worlds?

Exploring the joys of running, and the joys which go beyond running.