Green, gold and glitter
The train chugs along slow and unrushed, on a elevated track by the side of a mountain.
Everything I see outside the huge panoramic windows on the other side of the mountain is deserted.
The grasslands that are bordering Santiago Bernabéu is as fresh as the green meadows of the Windows XP wallpaper.
The Lourve museum is relocated next to Bernabéu. No one’s in sight.
Except one solitary kid, who is holding a green balloon.
The next moment the scene has changed.
It feels as though the train descended from the mountains and made a stop in my town.
I am back on the T.B.Dam Road.
The open roads now look like a walkway of a mall.
Everything is golden.
Me and my brother are astonished by so much gold and glitter.
Is this how China is? I wonder.
We enter what looks like a cafeteria and run into one of my dad’s acquaintance.
We manage to dodge her, grab a golden latte each and make an exit.
I hear some noises.
Looks like, my neighbours upstairs are up and about their morning routine.
What an annoyance!
But why did anyone not mention, in times of COVID we get vivid dreams?
