Fighting Death

There was this big palatial building. Someone was trying to do off with me. There was this elder looking guy and a younger guy, handsome. They were working separate. But they were father & son. The younger one had some feelings for me, not strong enough to let me live though. After disposing off me (I was not dead), the son started walking away. He looked at the entrance. There were CCTV cameras. He moved his gun to do off with them. Suddenly the father appeared and the mother called the father. It was a virtual call. They realized something and went inside to do something. Blasts the CCTVs inside? Do away with me properly? Get a bite from the snack place down the lane? Dunno. They were standing at the snack place. In the meantime, S was trying to save me. I had regained consciousness. We were trying to get out without being noticed by either of the two.

P.S. S saving me???? I doubt he will go to that much trouble. One pest less in his life!! he he... :P

Rains, more rains

It was raining heavily. I was about to leave. He came upto me. His wallet had got wet. He was asking me for some clip - paper clip of sorts, large one. I did not get what did he exactly want. I asked him what for. He explained something but I did not get it. I asked him if he wanted to leave with me and on the way we could look for whatever he wanted in a stationery shop. We stopped at some mall and went to a shop. I asked him to get a new wallet as well. He asked what for. I said the old one had got all wet and the leather was spoilt as well. We were arguing over whether to buy it or not standing at the entrance of this small shop. He was standing behind me with me slightly turned to him. He was standing too close... too close to be in my personal space. There was a girl standing next to me as well. Sweet looking, fair, short height (shorter than me!), a little plump. She was a South Indian apparently. She said something to herself in her native tongue. He understood it since he speaks all of them. He answered to her self-musings in English. She looked once at him and then turned back to the shop and was contemplating something. She again said something and ended the sentence with a 'ri.....' He too said, the same... 'ri...' She turned to us and spoke to me. "You are a malayali!?!" I gave her a blank look. She again said, 'Oh you are not, only he is.' She smiled and again turned back to the shop. 

P.S. That giving lift incident playing games with my mind. 

Dancing Shoes

He was dancing on stage with some girls... extras in a movie song. I joined them on stage. Our queues were different. The song playing was a Falguni Pathak Song - perhaps 'meri chunar ud ud jaye'. We danced and got off.. weird. I dont think he is comfortable dancing on stage, nor am I.

P.S. I think listening to Falguni Pathak songs all throughout the drive and then watching Abhishek Bachhan as a gay dancer Abbas Ali messing up with my mind.