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An "amusement" park set in the world of Jane Austen's novels...with people from Jane Austen's novels. Truly an amusing movie. And what a guilty pleasure it was! So my movie-loving niece Bernice had been recommending dozens of feel-good movies for me to watch. This was one of those "nice" recs. I have put it in the back-burner thinking I don't exactly need a romantic movie to fill my nights at the moment. But, every night, it has kept on nagging and nagging me, and well, eventually I gave in. (Yes, I adore Pride and Prejudice.) It was a delight to watch. Not exactly top-rated, it was a leave-your-brain-at-the-theater-door kind of movie. It is the kind that you watch if you just want to laugh and feel good, and not really burden your mind with intricate puzzles and plot twists to understand the story. It was exactly the kind of movie I needed. The pretty Keri Russell plays the petite and smart Austen-obsessed heroine who, in fervent hopes of finding

...to write again. Sadness. Melancholy. Loneliness. That's all it took to get me running back to my blog. Since I came to Dubai, never had I felt such an overwhelming sense of sadness until last night. It came out of nowhere really. I was doing fine, albeit very busy, the entire day Sunday; but I was as fine and dandy as I usually am on any given day. Until I stepped out of the office last night, and stood for a good few minutes in the parking lot tinkering with my phone to find a good playlist to accompany me on my kilometer-long walk towards the Metro station. The culprit? A cat. Yes. A cat. A full grown orange cat with eyes so earnestly wide and fur so painfully soft. Here's what I wrote (on MS Word) this morning about the encounter: