In Traffic, In Transit, In Tune
Where are they heading?
The sun hangs bright above the city, but the skies still play their games. One moment they are clear, golden, humming with light, the next, a mischievous cloud passes by, throwing shadows on the world below. A sudden drizzle surprises the day, painting everything in silver streaks. And life, as always, moves on... people walking briskly, heads full of errands, memories, dreams.
You wait at a red light, caught in the city’s restless rhythm. Horns honk. A child leans against the bus window. A man on a scooter adjusts his helmet. A woman hums to herself in the next car. You glance sideways and wonder: Where are they going? What stories do they carry?
Maybe that young man on the bike is rushing to meet someone he loves. Or perhaps he is just tired after a long day and thinking of leftover biryani waiting at home. The old gentleman in the auto? Is he headed to a bookstore, or to visit a grandchild? The girl in school uniform, swinging her legs... is she dreaming of stage lights or football fields?
In that brief pause at the signal, something shifts. The city, usually a blur of haste, feels suddenly intimate. Each face a thread in the great weave of human life. Strangers passing by, and yet, not entirely. We share this pause, this patch of rain-washed road, this evening that smells faintly of wet earth and warm tea.
The light turns green. The cars inch forward. So do you. But a strange sweetness lingers, a feeling that we are not as alone as we think. Even in the thick of traffic and the scatter of raindrops, there’s something quietly beautiful about being part of this shared journey.
We may not know where they are heading. But for one small moment, we were all here... together, and that matters.
Photo: AI generated