Cove Rotana, Ras Al Khaimah
The sun was almost about to call curtains on its daily show. The waves started lapping the shore a bit more hungrily. The lifeguard politely, but firmly, started asking the audience to head back to the cosy confines of their homes. Or, hotel rooms in this case. This scene was unfolding on the stretch of beach allocated to the Cove Rotana Resort in Ras al Khaimah.
And then there was a late entrant. A really, really, late entrant. The young man, a teenager really, was looking a bit lost. He held a football in his hands. As we all know, a lone person with a football on an almost empty stretch of beach - well, nothing dramatic can really happen. If he was practicing with a katana and slaying imaginary demons - now that’d have been a bit promising. The young man was kind of glancing at the rapidly dipping sun as well as looking in the opposite direction. A middle-aged person shuffled across the sand towards the footballer. Things became a bit clearer now. The footballer quickly struck some poses - and the man started capturing the various poses. A father-son bonding over a shared love for football and capturing some moments for eternity. Feel-good. Very feel-good.
And then came a plot twist. A soft swish revealed a lady walking towards the duo. A smile flickered across her face as she stood a little behind and watched her husband contort himself in various positions in an attempt to capture his son in a flattering light. She then took out her phone and started clicking them. The scene was now complete. And so was the family.