Iftar-esque life

I have to make it a point to write before the iftar. Once I’ve feasted... brain, fingers and keyboard seem to be continents apart.
So, when I said the iftar comes to you, I meant it. We have a buffet laid out in our office for those who do not mix work with pleasure, but still have to eat.
The menu changes every week. This week, it’s a biryani, with a meat stew, pasta, hommos, some kind of Arabic khichdi, one vegetable dish and an array of sweets. Did I not say life in the Gulf has its moments.