The city shared its name with the state in a sandy land kissed by the sea. Days meant counting money for a foreign bank, while nights unfolded in a lively dance through brightly lit lanes.
Sun-soaked streets were crowded with more brown faces than locals. White-robed natives, Indians dressed in vibrant movie-star hues, and Pakistanis adorned in brown Salwar Kameezes created a vivid tapestry. Women were rare, hidden beneath black burkas, leaving the streets and bazaar to be ruled by men and boys.
Amidst friends and jingling Dirhams, he strolled carefree as if tomorrow were an ordinary day. The side streets turned his brown shoes into a white canvas, telling tales of his unrestrained wanderlust.