So last night I was just wandering around the street, passing by the market place, where I saw a very lit space at the edge of the market neglected from the commercial view. A certain sense of curiosity arouses is when I strolled towards it..... (thread continued)

Yet there I witnessed a regular Desi store with stylish chappals and stuff. I went in because I thought I might need a couple of pairs or so. With a clear gaze upon them they all seem so legit that didn't felt "paindu" at all.... (thread continued)

The adidas strips & the nike's tick. It's like I went into a loot sale by God for real. Anyway so there he was a white fair young pathan wearing a brown round traditional "pakol",
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He looked right at me, coming forward slowly and began to elaborate the specifications of the products like they were lit, pure and cheap as hell....
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And then he saw me taking money out of my pocket is when I quote "Dayum I need a wallet" and there it was, held in his pathan chittay hands. It was like nothing that I've ever seen before, the shine the design the leather with dem perfect stitching with the cheapest price........

And I'm like God is this for real, where then I saw that pathan murmuring sth that I couldn't hear, at that time I don't know what was happening, and suddenly everything started fading away,
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where it was a blackout and it felt like my eyes opened in seconds, there I saw a ceiling in a dark room and a thin cotton fabric on me and that's when I just realized that i was in my room and it was just a stupid dream.