It was a bright summer morning as I passed the busy by-lanes of the biggest railway station in my city. The heat was palpable and conditions were worsening by the day. Amidst bemoaning the swealtry weather and blaming human factors for the climatic change, there was a hint of joy and calmness that beseiged me.

I had realised my life long dream of seeing my name in print. I was on cloud nine. An article of mine was published and I was elated beyond words. The feeling engulfed me like a loving hug. Suddenly I had begun to feel important and worthwhile. I thought to myself, “All the doubts I had earlier were unfound. I can, in fact, write well enough to be published”. I had just started to have faith in myself.

I bigger dream was to make a difference in the world. Write important articles, stir the imagination of my readers and inspire them to be inspired and take action on important issues. I had written plenty of feature articles and short stories, and was applauded for my opinions on public issues. My readers loved reading what I had to say and I felt that the idiom “A Pen is mightier than the sword”, held true. I had been living in a bubble before it burst on that fateful day I stepped out of the air conditioned confines of my car.

The station road was busy and crowded as usual. The City Municipal corporation had dug newer potholes, as if they had got bored of digging at other places and thought “Lets slow down the pace of this city”. Well if that’s what was on their mind, they accomplished it pretty neatly. A whole stretch of road leading to the station was dug up around the pavements and motorists, cars, buses, everything were cramping,fighting and jostling for every inch of available road space. This lead to the massive traffic jam where I sat waiting helplessly. 

Initially, I was happy that I’d get to hear a CD that I’d purchased a while ago and never managed to find time to finish it. I started to play the CD, eating biscuits and drinking water. I didnt care for the jam. When you are this happy with life and with yourself, you’d let a boulder crash on top of you and call it an accident, with a smile on your face. I realised I had finished all the water in the bottle and waited for the jam to clear.