Yesterday night's dream - I'm in Germany for a conference. There is a break and I go out for a stroll. The sidewalk is beautiful and as I walk, I'm overtaken by a middle-aged man jogging with his two dogs - one normal and the other huge one. We exchange smiles as they pass me, he looks Indian. After a while I crouch down to adjust my shoes and I can notice from the corner of my eyes that the jogger and his dogs have also stopped ahead of me and the big dog is actually coming towards me. But before I can react, the dog engulfs in a bear hug. I am aghast but am also surprised at the warmth and pleasantness of it. By now the jogger is near me and he apologises but I smile and say it is fine. Then we exchange details over a handshake and I ask him if he's from North Karnataka because his surname is very much like it. He says yes and guesses my origin also correctly and we go into a coffee shop. We continue talking till I get a call from a colleague about the conference and he gives me his number saying I should call him if I get free and if he's not babysitting he would join me for a walk. I smile and as he leaves I chuckle thinking of that nice dog-hug.
I sit for another session and then come out again in the next break. I go to a coffee shop and I'm looking for some nice cakes. But this one does not have them so I ask a girl nearby where I can get some. She tells me there is an excellent one nearby and as she tells me the directions, the pictures in a The Hindu article flash in my mind. It's the very same place!! I'm excited and I thank the girl but she decides to accompany me. We go along a pretty path and there are some curio shops around and I wonder if I should buy any.
The dream ended before I could taste any cake or I don't remember anymore.
There are two distinct food habits in our home. One which likes eating dosa with sweet stuff like bella, payasa or jam and the other which cannot think of doing such a thing. Rishi and I belong to the former and Anu and P to the latter. Anu is very vocal about her disgust of this habit but I'm a big fan of dosa and payasa together and if the payasa has been kept overnight in the fridge, that's the most delicious combo ever.
I sit for another session and then come out again in the next break. I go to a coffee shop and I'm looking for some nice cakes. But this one does not have them so I ask a girl nearby where I can get some. She tells me there is an excellent one nearby and as she tells me the directions, the pictures in a The Hindu article flash in my mind. It's the very same place!! I'm excited and I thank the girl but she decides to accompany me. We go along a pretty path and there are some curio shops around and I wonder if I should buy any.
The dream ended before I could taste any cake or I don't remember anymore.
There are two distinct food habits in our home. One which likes eating dosa with sweet stuff like bella, payasa or jam and the other which cannot think of doing such a thing. Rishi and I belong to the former and Anu and P to the latter. Anu is very vocal about her disgust of this habit but I'm a big fan of dosa and payasa together and if the payasa has been kept overnight in the fridge, that's the most delicious combo ever.
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