Another one of my illogical dreams
I am at a resort with office acquaintances. I have my own room. I have my laptop open, and I am trying to complete some work that I have been assigned. It’s evening time, the scene has an orange and yellowish tinge with lots of soft shadows. The lights are not too bright and it’s a peaceful setting, but there is something unsettled within me. I am not happy being there I feel.
I need some photos that we took at the resort or maybe of somewhere else, and one of my colleagues have them on his tablet. He has uploaded them on some cloud platform and is asking me to download from there. I am not convinced that he has uploaded the pics properly and ask him to check and re-upload.
Cut to some other scene- may have been a different dream, but I remember them in sequence
I am at an underground place with lots of shops and eateries. It’s not dark and lonely, but filled with people. It doesn’t look like an underground metro station or an underground market like Delhi’s Palika Bazaar, and the place is not suffocating me. It is not too dimly lit and I am not scared of being there. I have a sense of restlessness when I am usually in confined places or dark and underground places. I need some fresh air and light to feel comfortable. But this place is not making me restless or caged.
I am with some of my cousins or friends, I don’t remember anyone though. I go to a shop and buy a couple of guavas. They are medium sized guavas and I take them and start to eat them. I ask the shopkeeper how much they are for. He replies- 400 rupees. I feel the price is too absurd. I ask him again “bhaiya sahi sahi bolo, kinte hue?” he smiles and says “ok, 280 rupees dijiye.” I am still not sure why is he asking for so much. The last time I bought guavas they came for 6-10 rupees each.
I am not willing to get duped by a silly shopkeeper. I feel that he thinks I am new to the place and also don’t have any idea of how expensive things have become of late. But I am not that naïve I feel. I always go out to buy groceries and definitively have an idea of how much things could cost these days! But somehow, I am unable to recall the cost of a kg of guavas.
I ask him how much the guavas weighed and he said they were 200gms. So I start back calculating how much a kilo will cost. And I am embarrassed to say this, but it took me a long time to do that math (1400 rupees per kilo).
I am now arguing with the shopkeeper that he should tell me the correct price, or else I won’t pay and return the half eaten guavas and leave. He is also not ready to listen to me and is shouting back.
So eventually I don’t pay him and leave the guavas with him and walk away. I am feeling terribly sorry for the poor guy as well, because it may not have been his fault completely, maybe the guavas were costly. So I go back and try to make my peace with him by paying him for the guavas.
Don’t remember what happens next.
I am at a resort with office acquaintances. I have my own room. I have my laptop open, and I am trying to complete some work that I have been assigned. It’s evening time, the scene has an orange and yellowish tinge with lots of soft shadows. The lights are not too bright and it’s a peaceful setting, but there is something unsettled within me. I am not happy being there I feel.
I need some photos that we took at the resort or maybe of somewhere else, and one of my colleagues have them on his tablet. He has uploaded them on some cloud platform and is asking me to download from there. I am not convinced that he has uploaded the pics properly and ask him to check and re-upload.
Cut to some other scene- may have been a different dream, but I remember them in sequence
I am at an underground place with lots of shops and eateries. It’s not dark and lonely, but filled with people. It doesn’t look like an underground metro station or an underground market like Delhi’s Palika Bazaar, and the place is not suffocating me. It is not too dimly lit and I am not scared of being there. I have a sense of restlessness when I am usually in confined places or dark and underground places. I need some fresh air and light to feel comfortable. But this place is not making me restless or caged.
I am with some of my cousins or friends, I don’t remember anyone though. I go to a shop and buy a couple of guavas. They are medium sized guavas and I take them and start to eat them. I ask the shopkeeper how much they are for. He replies- 400 rupees. I feel the price is too absurd. I ask him again “bhaiya sahi sahi bolo, kinte hue?” he smiles and says “ok, 280 rupees dijiye.” I am still not sure why is he asking for so much. The last time I bought guavas they came for 6-10 rupees each.
I am not willing to get duped by a silly shopkeeper. I feel that he thinks I am new to the place and also don’t have any idea of how expensive things have become of late. But I am not that naïve I feel. I always go out to buy groceries and definitively have an idea of how much things could cost these days! But somehow, I am unable to recall the cost of a kg of guavas.
I ask him how much the guavas weighed and he said they were 200gms. So I start back calculating how much a kilo will cost. And I am embarrassed to say this, but it took me a long time to do that math (1400 rupees per kilo).
I am now arguing with the shopkeeper that he should tell me the correct price, or else I won’t pay and return the half eaten guavas and leave. He is also not ready to listen to me and is shouting back.
So eventually I don’t pay him and leave the guavas with him and walk away. I am feeling terribly sorry for the poor guy as well, because it may not have been his fault completely, maybe the guavas were costly. So I go back and try to make my peace with him by paying him for the guavas.
Don’t remember what happens next.
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