If a grape came to you convinced it's an orange

A fish in the water thirsting for water, the water itself looking for itself, trying to quench its thirst. Often, not often, recently I started saying that if a grape came to you, if a grape came to you. And it was convinced that it is an orange. You tell me what you would say to that orange or grape. And your words will sound exactly like the words in satsang. It's all just one big misunderstanding. Just see what you already are. The orange is saying, Oh, Master, Father, please. I want to be a grape again. But you are that. No, no, you are just being nice. Or just in your presence, I am the grave. But actually I must be orange only because mind is saying I am orange. But can't you just look? You are green as a grave. Or maybe that is just happening right now because I am in satsang. How do I get rid of my orange thoughts?