Rinok

I was walking down the market near my hostel back in Kazan. Few people, dark evening sky, crisp chilly weather. I knew in the back of my head that my roomie was with me, somewhere in the market. I was looking at the prices all around. I stopped at a shop and asked for the usual vegetables they sell:  peppers, garlic, onions, carrots. While he was taking an awfully long time to weigh and stuff, I looked around for my roomie and I actually saw her facing away from me, in her black jacket and cream colored head scarf. And then I looked at myself to notice that i am wearing a sleeveless top...which was so inappropriate for the winter. I stood there wondering what I was doing there....

And ..............zzzzzoooop. 

The dream ended. I woke up.

So that was the dream I had last night.

I have the weirdest dreams. Falling from a cliff, being stabbed, having kids I don't know about. They are not only weird in content. They are sometimes black and white, sometimes mute, at times I am a third person.
Sometimes they are like a movie! And the best part is, I remember every damn thing the next morning.

The weird thing about this dream, apart from my clothes of course, was that everything about the dream was actually perfect. Everything, every lil detail that I recall, was what I experienced in reality almost 2 years ago or before.
My dream was a strong fragment of my memory. This lil act of buying groceries was so perfectly molded in my memory that it popped out of nowhere, to give me a detour, in the form of a dream.

I might be obsessing over my dreams. But I really want them to mean something. I mean I won't have such detailed dreams over nothing, would I?

The Summer Blessing

Not long ago, I was having this conversation with a friend about stuff he got from thailand, which included a controversial 70% dark chocolate as well. Even though he was cribbing for one, he didn't really was crazy o'er them. You know this is a new concept for me...I mean who on earth doesn't like a sweet gourmet, melting in your mouth with a lingering taste...and which is also good for health.


That is one different thing.

My immediate next question was...Do you like mangoes???
I have a very simple ideaology... "If you like mangoes you are a good person"


I don't think I can deal with a person who'll think over that question to reply. It should be an immediate YES.

You know, seriously...again..who wouldn't like mangoes?!

...That is the most amazing fruit God has made.
Starts with the way it looks...beautiful yellow, with such a sweet honest smell...and so soft!....and hell sweet!
If all the vitamins n minerals neccesary were to be found in this fruit....I can eat it forever. Honestly.

I was mango deprived for 6 long years. Not really there were some Mangoes in Kazan imported from Brazil.
I'm sorry, but they sucked.

So here I am in the land of mangoes, sinful mangoes...which doesnt let u and your weighing machine be friends. But hell I dont care.

My love for this particular fruit dates back to my childhood. Summers were colorful with my Grandparents, afternoon sleeps, long evening walks, stories and mangoes! That was when I learnt, in a hard way, when the pulp was spilt on my fav frock, never leaves. Me being crazily in love with this fruit...always flaunted the stain. =)

To end up telling you my love affair with this amazing fruit...I think, the guy whom I end up with...should definitely love Mangoes.

And as for my friend, about whom I was talking earlier, who flatly denied ...saying "I'm a melon boy" (lol)..wat was that?)....
Seriously, How are we even friends?!?!