You’re sitting at a café when a stranger approaches you. This person asks what your name is, and, for some reason, you reply. The stranger nods, “I’ve been looking for you.” What happens next?
“Why? ” I ask, “Why have you been looking for me? ” I am worried.
He pulls out a counterfoil. It has my name neatly written on it with my telephone number and address.
I recognize my handwriting.
“Lady,” says the stranger, “you have just won an Audi, the first prize for the best Pookalam”.
Pookalam is a flower carpet made at Onam, the Harvest festival of Kerala, India.
“Oh” I say, beaming happily “That’s great!”
I remember sending in an entry for the best flower carpet. And the bell rings.
And I wake up. And put off the alarm. So much for friendly strangers. Time for work. Its Monday.