and I became...!

Morning mist is a flawless dream, spreading like watercolour across the landscape. Harish sat by the corridor, which led to the balcony that opened up to the boundless sky, as he poured his coffee into a gold-plated ceramic cup.

 He appreciated these misty mornings' fragmented reality of natural surrealism, providing an unrestricted state of mind. From the floor below, he could overhear the sound of Mallamma taking a shower. With her unbearable voice, she sang those raunchy Bollywood songs while bathing. The tragedy was that it sometimes lasted for more than an hour.

 Suddenly, the doorbell rang from behind and opening the door, he found a stranger standing beside the closed iron grills. From their appearance, Harish couldn't discern whether the person was male or female. They seemed like a man in the form of a female. The person politely asked in flawless English, "Sir, I sell Gods. Would you prefer one?"

At that moment, the iron grill transformed into the universe, the world became his corridor, the person became civilisation, and I became ...