When I rush to open the Door, to leave for College in the Morning; it’s the green Leaves of a branch of a tree that meets me first. It’s soothing to see greenery as you gear up for another grinding day. The sight of it is heart-warming though miniscule as I see it through the Window Sill of my Flat.
I take the elevator to traverse from the fifth to the ground floor. The first thing I notice and hear, once I step out of the lift, is the swoosh of the brooms by Maids. A little further as I pace through the parking lot, my eyes fall upon the scalding coal Iron box that is being pressed against clothes by a dhobi. A dhobi is the Indian version of laundry. As I walk towards the gate, I meet the watchman who greets me for the day; the milkman who almost bumps into me and the Paper boy, on his Cycle, in a haste to deliver the last pile of Newspapers to the juxtaposed Apartment.
Of late, hiring Auto’s and getting the Auto driver to a negotiation is quite a challenge. It is the inflation that is making the world go clockwise and anti-clockwise. One Auto driver amongst many others, who drove past me, agrees to ferry me to the University. As I vroom towards the road, it’s the greenery that embraces me (already spoke dime-a-dozen about the sights and beauty of college in “Best Of Both Worlds” Post!)
The road from College to Work measures two kilometers. As I wade through the smothering traffic, it’s the bleating horns of the Vehicles that bludgeon my ears. The road is dotted with Restaurants, Gym, Bank, Florist, Sweets and a Bus Stop; bumper-to-bumper traffic is one of a kind that you cannot ignore.
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