TL;DR: I used to have an account that I deleted and had posted a comment with it here, that eventually resulted in something nice.
It was a sunny day in Panjim, where I was last November. I was living alone for the first time. I was interning there and had a day off. So I decided to a visit to a nearby tourist attraction.
I, along with some of my flatmates, booked a car and went to this Fort. Fort Aguada. It was awesome. That place gave me goosebumps because it just feels old. Goa is a good place to have fun, its a beachy place with an interesting history. Because it is a coastal region, it is humid. And I am allergic to sweat. I am also a stubborn person. That will be relevant later. It didn't take long for me to get ready and by the time we reached the Fort, I was nauseous from traveling in a car and my face had started to itch. This put me in a bad mood, bad moods make irrational people.
As we got out of the car, my friends insisted I buy a cap from a nearby stall. I come from a family of warriors. Weakness is not an option. I shook my head and followed my friends to the stalls. They bought scarves and insisted that I buy one as well. By this time, the heat was getting to me. My head was hot, I could feel my flesh getting cooked. Warrior or not, I don't want to die just yet.
"How much?", I asked one of the kids selling the items at a stall.
"250", he said.
"100 or nothing", I said. I know my prices. These rags should be selling for 50 bucks a piece.
"140", he said, a poker face I had never seen.
"100".
We went back and forth for a while. We kind of became friends, too. I asked him about his family and what made him work here. He said he was from the state where I'm from, Maharashtra. He worked because he had to, like the rest of them. I didn't push, I know the feeling. I'm broke too. All I had to eat for the past week were bananas and papayas.
"You're smart", I said,"I will give you 120", I smiled,"You keep twenty".
He shook his head. Fine, these are no times for generosity. I walked away. I think my friends judged me for that. But whatever, warriors don't care for the opinions of others. I dabbed my pockmarked face with a napkin and entered the Fort.
At the fort I clicked some pictures and eavesdropped on some Germans there, I wouldn't have but they were talking about us. I developed a love for Italians because of how interesting their body language is. I got mistaken for a "foreigner" by a family of tourists. They asked me if I would grace their family picture with my beautiful face and I humbly obliged. Now I am a part of somebody's family picture in Tamil Nadu.
When we were done we ate some ice-cream. I ate two. I would have eaten a third but my friends were getting tired of my shit.
Then I reached home. I walked to the sink, washed my face and it hurt. I rushed to the mirror and almost cried. By sweating and then swabbing my face with the napkins so much I had rubbed off the scabs on my face. The sweat had also resulted in newer, blistier hives. Ouch. My skin had broken up in ways I couldn't have possibly imagined. I felt dizzy and so I decided to lie down. I texted my friend and then fell asleep or passed out, I am not sure. I woke up to messages and missed calls from my friends and family. I relayed my misery to my friend and he suggested the idea of heat stroke. Now I was dehydrated, having a heat stroke and an constant allergic reaction. So I lay in my bed, naked and sad and messaged myself curse words via Whatsapp.
My friend insisted I drink water, lots of it. So I walked to the refrigerator and opened the door. Being a giant with a small fridge I stooped a little to pick it up from the bottom shelf and then I saw it. Banana ice-cream. It was because of a redditor on this subreddit who had introduced me to it that I had attempted to use the surplus milk to make ice cream.
So I spent that weekend getting a heat-stroke and treating it with banana ice-cream thanks to you, /r/casualconversation. Had you not existed, that weekend would have been very pathetic.
Also, it was actually a heat stroke but its okay, I'm a warrior, I dealt with it. Even clicked such stupid pictures of my face that day that I now look at and laugh. So yay, kisses to all of you! :* And I swear I legit did not know about banana ice cream, its the kind of flavour I just look over at an ice-cream place, maybe that is why. And if anyone remembers telling someone about banana ice-cream here, thanks a lot, really.
Submitted January 12, 2015 at 01:42AM by randomradha http://ift.tt/1tXp1Zi CasualConversation
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