Rooting

I am at my uncle's well kept house. But I am surprised that it is not situated in Kerala but in Kuwait and that too right next to the awesome Kuwait (trio) towers. The house is not palatial but is well kept and furnished as a typical central governmental employee home is. Another feature I noticed is that the house plan is like a narrow rectangle in alignment with the neighboring towers. The long house diametrically lies over a very small rock mount.

I stand in their garden which is being well stocked with plant pots by the numerous helpers they have. While this is being done I have a look at smallest of the towers in front. I notice that this tower doesn't look original and is smaller than I thought. So I shift my head and find there is another bigger trio of towers being constructed. I shift the head again and see the original and awesomely high towers.

Both of my cousin brothers are there inside the house. The eldest tells me that he has some dental work to be done and asks me to show him my tooth cappings. I am hesitant and grinds my teeth in preparation to show him, feels like I am going to blown it off my teeth. While I do this he undresses and stands in front of me shamelessly and innocently as we were when we were kids. His naked body is as ugly as mine, now that he has a huge pot belly as my grandfather.

He asks me to open my mouth and he sees both the cappings: the silvery-metallic and tooth-colored.