Indian version of the dream 'getting out naked'
You know that you have been living in India for a long time (and that you have watched too much of Game of Thrones) when you have the following nightmare:
You are in a rickshaw following your husband, driving his bike. At the signal you get down – for some reason you are wearing the same night-wear as in reality, a grey t-shirt, except that instead of stopping at your waist it goes mid-thigh. You give a big cheek kiss to your favourite Indian and he almost pushes you away – a normal behaviour with many Indian men who fear public displays of affection (see this post) but not this one (you’ve not married him for no reason!).
A bit distraught you go back home, some kind of slum habitation, two-three rooms with mud walls and a plastic tarp for a room, in which you have just moved in after leaving your current apartment. There you rummage frantically through your cupboard, looking for your brown salwar (some kind of ‘Aladdin’ pants Indian women wear under their tunics).
Two men arrive and you hide. Then you think that you have done nothing wrong and therefore they can’t do anything against you! The confidence level is back, and so high that you go and tickle the three bulky guys who stand guard: “you and with your big-muscles and your tiny-brain you are not scaring me!”
Keeping calm, they just answer: “it’s not us you should be afraid of but them”. And there you see an army of women in sari uniform walking towards you and they beat you up for your shameless behaviour! Some kind of guardians of decency...