Dreams of the Day

The second one

It has been awhile since the pear incident. I had not reached a conclusion yet but this matter has been persisting in my mind. Yet another ‘whodunnit’ case. While I was constantly in a mind-turmoil trying to piece everything together, it happened again.

It was on a Sunday evening, with clear skies as I recalled. There were many people around, each in their own clusters. I was extracted from mine by someone. It was the same messenger again, whom I will initial as W.

Just one sentence from her, “See my chair over there, the package is for you to bear.”

I was stunned for a moment. I didn’t even notice her disappearing into the shadows of various people around. I glanced at the seat which held my gift. It was bare. No, that was my seat. I searched for the seat that was once owned by W. Lo and behold, there it was. A suspicious set of objects wrapped in a thin layer of transparent material known as a plastic bag.

I stealthily inch towards that seat, smiling at people who I brisk past in order not to gain unwanted attention as I near my gift. Questions flooded my mind. What could it be? Whom could it be from? Will there be anything inside that will lead me to my Angel?

I stepped to the front of the seat trying to uncover the contents of the bag with just my eyes. I hesitated to grab that bag being wary of eyes watching around me. I participated briefly in a conversation with a group nearby and casually grabbed that bag and proceeded to place it beneath my chair. Despite my bursting curiosity, analysing its contents will have to wait.

Avoiding any suspicions, I quickly hid the contents into another bag and left the scene. At dinner I quickly analysed the contents of that plastic bag. At first glance, it was a book, a bowl of instant microwavable soup, a snack bar and there it is again, a pear. There is a pattern, I'm sure of it. Once I unravel this pattern, everything will be clear.

Throughout dinner, I mulled over this. I scanned the soup once more and I discovered yet another clue. I almost missed it by covering that piece of evidence with my thumb. It was a green stamp-like design with the words ‘staff purchased’ from Woolworths. The pear! It must have been from Woolworths. My previous deduction was spot-on. With a certain revelation that clues are hiding beneath every single corner I took out the book and scanned it. The book, based on its title and stature, I could guess that it was purchased not from Australia, but from my home country, Malaysia. Growing up in Malaysia has allowed the ability to distinguish items originating from there to manifest within me. That, and the price tag that was still adhered to the back of the book.

It was simple enough. All I had to do was snoop around to find a person who is from Malaysia, works in Woolworths and has a certain tendency to eat pears. Finally, a proper lead.

Problem is, there is not a single person who fits this description. However, that doesn’t matter, it wouldn’t be fun otherwise. A mouse who stole cheese would never leave cheese holes lying around. I look for mysteries, not interpretive answers. The answer is rarely the answer. Nobody ever finds the answer, they only think they have. When that happens, they stop thinking. If we seek for mysteries, we will always be seeking. Seek mysteries, evoke mysteries, plant a garden in which strange plants grow and mysteries bloom.