It had been a hell of a day, and Srinivas was taking a well deserved siesta. Not only was Calcutta a steaming furnace of humidity that day, but he'd also had to deal with several very high maintenance passengers, including an elderly woman who, for some reason, picked that day to go grocery shopping her daughter's wedding, and set what Srinivas was sure had to be some sort of record for most things bought in a single day.
It was almost as if she'd gone through the market and chosen only the heaviest items, and it was Srinivas who ended up loading most of them onto, and off of the bike. And to make matters worse, the woman didn't even invite Srinivas to the wedding!
But now, at least, was a time of momentary peace, and Srinivas was deep in a dream. In the dream, Srinivas was a fisherman living on an island in the Lakshadweep chain, and his days were a lot less trying than the one's he'd been encountering in real life as of later. The reverie was so intense and satisfying that Srinivas didn't even wake up when a pack of street dogs got into a snarling brawl right nearby.
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