Enroute

Another HOT and MUGGY day. Another late night at work. And what's more I was one of the last to leave. That spookish feeling I get when switching off all the lights and locking up doors on my way out.

A 2 minute walk through a snaky road brings me to the main road and the bus stop. Half way through, someone pressed a cosmic button and hey presto...a cool breeze swept through and within a second everything became PLEASANT. My clothes were no longer sticking to my body, I and everyone else felt and looked refreshed. And I didn't have to wait. A shuttle auto with 2 passengers waiting. I was the all important passenger number 3, which would induce the auto driver to start [otherwise, they would wait and wait and wait till atleast three passengers turned up]. I could shut my eyes and pretend that I was away in some hill station. I had to shut my ears too - to block the cacaphony of a million vehicles. And ignore million dust particles that the breeze threw up, bigger ones than the record breaking suspended particles in the air . But hey... we make the most of such "cosmic benevolence" rare as they are and don't believe in nitpicking.

An auto change at Taratolla and onto another for Deshopriyo Park and in 30 short [the driver was a grand prix driver in a previous life] and hair raising [zig-zag, whoosh past enormous buses, swanky cars, reckless cyclists, jay walkers] minutes later, I could see the D'park street signal - my destination, when the air filled [redolent is the right word] with the marvellous fragrance of rajnigandha from the many flower stalls lining the roads in Lake Market. MARVELLOUS.