Post-work solo balcony hangs. A favourite part of the work day. Especially on Thursdays, when the rest of the country was just starting its weekend.
Newly reclaimed but empty land became prime spots for cricket. Even in the dead of summer.
Somewhere off in the distance, in between buildings that seem to be eternally under construction, I spot a group playing cricket and watch for a while.
Makeshift items mark out the boundaries of the “cricket pitch.” And who knows what they’re using for stumps. I can barely see the ball when they’re playing, because of the distance. But I can only presume when people start running, it’s because someone’s bowled and a ball has been hit. That’s the extent of my knowledge on the sport.
Eventually, I feel the heat of the afternoon and slink back inside. Meanwhile, they’re still going strong out there.
Taken on 21 August, 2015 in Juffair, Bahrain.
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