As I prepare to bid farewell to Kuwait, I would like to say a fond goodbye to my birthplace and my first-home Kuwait. There is no way I can convey my gratitude to Kuwait for all the memories the country has given me over the span of the last 18 years, which I will cherish for a lifetime.
No matter how hot the summers would get, or how cold the winters were, and not forgetting the occasional dust storms, I still love Kuwait.
I remember all: The taste of falafel, shawarma and hummus, which is embedded in my tastebuds, cannot be replaced no matter what time passes. The weekend walks to Marina Mall to hang out with friends; the free bus rides for students, yes, bus rides are free for students; the Monday movie day to watch the latest blockbuster; the water-coolers beside the road where you could drink free water during the hot summers and all year long.
The holy month of Ramadan where you get to help the poor and share Iftar meals with friends and family, and play soccer at midnight. The power of Kuwait Dinar, which helped us boast whenever we visited India; the Kuwait national anthem which we would proudly sing during the 25th and 26th of February, while water-fighting on the Gulf Road. Oh yes, the Gulf Road where we have taken countless cruises, and the sports grounds and courts where we spent most of the time playing with friends and family.
To all the people who were there in my life over the past 18 years in Kuwait and who helped make my experience of Kuwait so unforgettable, Shukran; until we meet next time, Ma Salam Kuwait.
Arjeet Singh Rekhi