The busy street . . .

A busy street on a quiet afternoon.Coming from a city which did not feature anywhere in the top ten most significant cities of the country,she felt it was only rarely that she encountered such a situation.Sitting in a cafe with her mom,sipping her usual Fanta,she gave out one more sigh.She dint really love her visits to Mumbai for more than enough reasons but then destiny has its own ways.The doctor would arrive two hours later so they'd have to pass their time somehow somewhere in this city which moved at its own pace.


The roads,the life,the people here were so different,she felt.Long ques of cars,huge population,innumerable traffic signals,everybody was in a hurry,hence the busy street.Every individual was lost in his own world,they didn't seem to have time to stop,breathe and feel life,hence the uncomfortable silence,the feeling of loneliness even when in the middle of a crowd.A busy but quiet afternoon she felt again.


Just then something caught her eye.It was one of the few things that fascinated her about the city - CARS.She always got to see handsome cars on the street here.To her surprise she hadn't seen a single Maruti-800 since she had arrived.Small-n-Stylish,Long-n-Elegant,black,white,red(even yellow!!),you say it,they had it!Every second person on the street seemed to be the proud owner of a HONDA-CIVIC. She couldn't help smiling.She remembered how her father way back in the early 90's had got a car which became a hit in the neighbourhood.How much the world had changed since then.The variety and the number of cars on the road had increased.She had grown only about 3 feet taller since then but the buildings around her knew no such limits.As a young little girl,sitting on the front seat by her father's side in the zoooooooooming car, she always felt like a princess,very lucky and indeed blessed to have had the luxury.Coming back to the present,she glanced over the Swift in front which took no time to pass by her swiftly.

It's all about relativity,isnt it ? Good. . . Better. . . Best. . . and then there's something always better than the best.With time and with place,everything changes,even the definition of "good" and the definition of "enough".To keep up with the pace of life has become the biggest challenge today.She could continue to sit and stare at the street for another hour but it was time to go.Her mother was getting suspicious about her smile-for-no-reason now,she shook her.They stepped out of the cafe and took a taxi to the clinic.When they stopped at a signal,she looked around and told herself......"A busy street and a quiet evening."