It was a winter afternoon, but the heat was no less than the one experienced in May. I got down from my bus and headed for the six-seater stand. There was a kid hailing passengers to his vehicle, which was roaring with a rhythm, I wondered, whether these vehicles are ever shut down? I crammed my way in, sitting next to a lady, with a bold magenta lip color adoring her lips. The sun shone straight at my face, through the broken window of the seater. The kid sitting opposite me wiped sweat off his brow. A college girl with a hat, came and sat next to the boy. I couldn't help but think, things were so much better when we were in school, we had set aims, school then college and then engineering and then a good job. Little did we know that the real struggle starts here, and all this time we would think that it all ended here. I wondered whether do these people have the same questions running in their minds, that college girl, the lady next to me, the kid in front of me, the uncle sitting next to the driver.

I looked at the shops, its been so many years, I have taken the same road home, its almost 10years I have been plying to and fro on this road. There were bushes here, barren land, some huts, I remember zipping on this road on a friend's sunny and often on my scooty. It was rarely crowded then, and now, there is a perpetual traffic jam. 3 new malls have sprung in that stretch, which can be covered in say some 20 steps, the 4th mall is nearing completion.

I wonder, even the land has progressed, but have I? Well, I ain't doing all that bad, I have a super job which most people envy, I have a great life, a good pay check and most importantly I stay with my family. My mummy waits for me to get back home, there is always her lap to cuddle up, and cry when things get nasty. Its just about perfect.

Yup, just about, I wonder, why did I say just about. My stop had come, I request the boy to tell the driver to stop. I get up and hit my head against the roof, drag my bag, and my jacket gets stuck in some nail, which is nearly invisible. I struggle to free my jacket while trying to maintain my balance among innumerable pairs of legs, with their knees touching each other in a pattern which looked interwoven. I finally manage to get my jacket free, I can't hold my bag its too heavy and there is no place so that I can carry it well. I end up dragging it on top of the rail of all those legs, hitting my head a minimum of six times, and finally I jump out and take a deep breath. I pay the driver, and haul my bag over my back. Every time I do this I invariably think of the donkey's story. The one, where a merchant would place sacks of salt on the back of his donkey, and the donkey would sit in the river while crossing it, so as to reduce the load. I wished for a river, sadly my bag wasn't full of salt.

I look at the hotel, which had opened displacing a school, the parking of the hotel was a ground. I remember an old lady used to grow vegetables here, and we would buy our daily veggies from her, that was around six years ago. I keep walking. I think of school. It was when I was in school, that I would return at this hour. There was always some homework to do, there was the urge to beat your friends at badminton again in the evening, there were some table tennis tricks to learn. I don't know what will I do today on returning home, we have to go shopping for some things, but all depends on mummy's plans for the day.

I see a bus parked near the mangal karyalay, oh another marriage, it was a sleeper coach, looks like the baraatis had traveled from far. I kept walking, the colony which I was crossing, was silent, everyone must be enjoying their afternoon slumber I thought. I pass the school playground, two kids were playing alone, I wondered, do they know what life is, will they think the same when they reach my age?

Aroma of delicious food filled my nostrils, hmmm, caterers at work already! I enter another colony, this one too was drowned in their slumber. A boy lead two young kids, to tuitions, they were carrying theirs bag too.

I reached the road, which connected my colony to the one I just crossed, it was dug up completely. Oh no! No use thinking on this, there were some workers placing some optical fibers. I kept walking, construction had begun in the neighboring plot, another colony was to shoot up. So many years, all we heard were earth movers, drillers, concrete churners, we had a splitting headache earlier, but thanks to the human tendency of adaptability.

I reach my colony, my vehicles parked neatly in the parking. The lift as usual was on rest at the 9th floor. I remember mummy saying, if we had 90 floors in the building, our lift would always be on the 90th floor. I press the button, and move on to check my mail box while the lift crawls, its way down. Oh, the telephone bill!

I enter the lift, press 4 and switch on the fan, counting the floors in my mind. I reach my floor head for my door and press the door bell. Mummy was waiting for me, she opened the door and smiled, I grinned back and screamed 'Paani!' She fetched me a glass of water, while I littered the house by throwing my belongings, as I moved towards the sofa. I sprawled, and quenched my thirst and smiled at mummy thinking 'Yes, just about perfect life!'