Sarala dreams

Fridays with the sweet Silly Sarala continue to be entertaining. I don't dread facing a dull friday evening any more :-D.

I finished my work earlier than usual, so had a full 3-seater on the bus for myself. Unfortunately, this meant that there was a risk of being deprived of Silly's conversations. All the forces of nature were in my favour when she got on to the bus. If a statistician calculated the probability of choosing a seat, the one beside me would have scored the highest. Silly is not one to go against nature's will.

Saralu had a nightmare. She calls her sister (couldn't quite catch her name, sounded like Lilly) and goes:
"neNNe ratri yenta kanas bittu gotta? Billy idanalla, adage maadta idda!"
(yesterday night what a dream i had, you know? Billy^[1] is there no, he was cooking!)

"naanu araamagi TV nodta iddini, ivnu zefrani pulav maadta idda. zefrani pulav kaNe, aiyoo, rice dish anko, saaku."
(I was araamagi sitting and seeing TV, he was making zefrani pulav . you dont know zefrani pulav? aiyoo, its a rice dish)

"tarkaari cut maadtini andru beda anda kaNe. naanu full happy kaNe. Muttina Torana nodta koodkonde"
(i told i'll cut the vegetables, he said no! i fully happy. sat watching Muttina Torana on TV.)

"hadinaidu-ippattu nimisha aad mele yenu smell bantu kaNe, adige maNe inda. yenu anta nodudre anna yella kade, goDe mele, gas keLage, floor mele, avna kivi meloonu. aiyooo yaen pajhiti yedu ankonde"
(after 15-20 mins i smelled something in the kitchen. aiyoo, the walls, floor, the gas stove, even his ears were covered in rice.)

"beralu sutt-kondidda, uff uff anta idda, yeneno tarkaari, yaav yaavdu tarah cut maadidda kaNe. nagodo, aLodo gotaglilla. clean maadodu nanna taLe mele barutte anta yochista irvaga yechra aiytu"
(he was blowing on his burnt fingers. strange vegetables, in all shapes and size were all over. i could neither cry nor laugh. i jolted out of the dream just when it was upto me to clear the mess)

The bus had not left the campus yet. Someone got on to the bus just when it reached the gates. I just hate it when that happens. Here were were, two of us enjoying all the space on a three seater and this guy barges in to make my ride uncomfortable. He was sweating because of the sprint from the security turnstiles to the campus gate and just plonked himself between me and Silly. I could feel Silly narrate the same tale to her mom and then her dad but could not make out anything because of the incredible hulk. Grrrr.


[1] Billy Balachandra, the husband