When time passes by, smearing day after day with sameness, one does not expect surprises. One does not anticipate excitement or sudden surges of adrenaline. But, unbeknownst to an untrained eye, swirling morasses of forces work. They consecrate, they disintegrate, they move, they shove, they change things. Then one sundry Morning, you brace yourself to breathe in fumes, clogged and choked in traffic, at the beginning of an unfinished flyover. Instead, you are lifted right up a smooth, smooth road and you look around in awe, shock, and good-grief!-is-it-true?! kind of thrall. The flyover near the airport is complete – both ways!
Some things beg for a salute and a standing ovation. And, of course, a really earnest, soul-felt ‘Thank you!’
4 comments:
Guess that means Bandra is now up and running?
that's quite nice surprise isn't it ?
what joy! the best is when u least expect it
I guess we'd be asking for too much to see the sea from the summit of the flyover? There was this vague flyover in Tiruvottiyur as you entered Madras proper (a year of my life was spent in Madras) which peaked out to give a beautiful view of a blue sea which opened up ahead...it kind of made up for all the honking and perspiring to get there.
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