Harigya's bread heaven

Describe a normal, everyday object or activity from the perspective of a character who perceives it as a strange phenomenon they are struggling to understand. For example, your character might be an alien or a person from a different historical era trying to explain a smartphone.
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Shri Harigya didn't speak for ten minutes.

He muttered under his breath throughout, no one was able to make out what he said.

He walked from aisle to aisle, checked out every level with great scrutiny. He felt the packaging, read ingredients of every packaging, and compared them across. He had an armful of breads of all shapes colors and sizes by the time he was done.

The learned one looked triumphant. I will uncover, the wise man said, the fuel of this world, and all the problems with it merely by looking at this pile, he said, pointing excitedly at the dozens of loaves he had on the cart.

O teacher, said a younger boy, what do you intend to do with this tonight, do you plan on consuming it all by yourself, or are there other ideas in your deep unfathomable well of knowledge that you will apply to reveal the secrets? He wanted to ask, without it being too obvious to the elders but clear as water to his mates, if any of the instructor's test plans involved him fornicating with the bread.

I shall consume, Harigya said, in all the ways with all my senses. I shall smell it, the grain that makes it the implements that thrash the grain the water used to grow the grain, I shall taste it, I shall feel with my fingers I shall listen to it with my ears for the sound of the wind rustling. This is not just food, bread is sustenance for us humans for millions of years and as you have observed even in different times it is a large part of their understanding. Much more diverse than ours it appears but I will have you convinced by the time of the next lesson there aren't too many gains in their ways compared to our homely ways.

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Two days later the honorable Harigya looked considerably puffy even to his unobservant students who had once missed noticing an elephant inside their instructional hut.

I have determined, he said trying to catch up with his breath, his words running over each other as the sentences ran out of steam, I have understood the theory behind these soft breads and all these different varieties. Whereas we in the Ashram will produce breads to fill up stomachs and give us energy to study and think, these breads are produced to be unfilling, unsatisfying. The grains of this land are so thriving they have come up with ways to force upon these on their populace, just as we feed grain to our cattle. It is not a sign of strength but rather of weakness that their grains are unsatisfying and impotent, the wise one said triumphantly.

The impact of his theory was rather muted. A few isolated coughs and groans as everyone sucked on candy and chewed on donuts.

We shall hence end this journey and return to our era and our world, but remember children, this is why moderation needs to be practiced in all aspects of one's living.