One of the one percent in 13 million. [Text and photos by Mayank Austen Soofi] Sometimes you don’t need Freud to interpret a dream, or so it seems. Take Kali Charan. He is deep in sleep. May be this is his regular afternoon siesta. The cycle mechanic’s home-cum-shop is on a pavement in Gurgaon, just across the road from Vyapar Kendra market. It comprises of just a plastic sheet spread over an iron bed. There’s no fan inside and at the moment it’s very hot and humid. Now, Mr Charan is slowly opening his eyes. “I was dreaming,” he confesses to The Delhi Walla, lazily turning around in the bed. In his early 50s, Mr Charan begins to recall what he saw moments ago. “I