I had a dream last night. In my dream we had gone to Mangalore. In Mangalore, my mother, grandmother and I went out somewhere (I do not know where!!). Then my sister suddenly came on a cycle out of nowhere! Since the road was bumpy my mother told her to go back home by cycle. She went home. Then my grandmother started to drive the car without a licence! Then my mother said if the police asks us for the license my mother would give her licence! (I know that you cannot do that in real life). Then we reached home. Afterwards we were chatting and I said, "Look! our car registration numbers have changed!" All our car registration numbers had changed from Karnataka to Andhra Pradesh. Then on a small cycle came my cousin calling me by my pet name. But actually that was my mother waking me up!!
Route 15 : Muscat-Nizwa The parents, seemingly forever, had been planning a trip to Oman. Why Oman? Well, that’s a question I asked myself too. My dad, in the 90s, spent close to a decade in the UAE but barring a work trip, had never visited Oman. Fast forward to the 21 st century, countless Oman Air flights from India to Europe later, he found himself stranded in Muscat. A ‘technical difficulty’ they said. He visited the Sultan Qaboos Mosque but didn’t get to see much more – it was only a 24-hour layover. However, the constant propaganda he was subjected to via the in-flight entertainment, and the cabin crew he made conversation with, convinced him that the country has a lot to offer. A friend from the UAE, who spoke highly of Oman, apparently also played a role. The parents had their mind set on Oman. The stars aligned and clubbing together a bunch of bank holidays in India, they decided on visiting in April. Unfortunately, or fortunately (the jury is still out), their son, liv
Very nice dream Little Mairpady
ReplyDeletehahahahahaha, what a funny dream.
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