Roads from somewhere
Driving around the city, I’m usually focussed on getting quickly to my destination. Yet, there are some days — days where I’ve left on time or in no hurry to reach somewhere — where I let my mind wander as I wait for the signal to open up.
I look left, I look right. To roads I don’t mean to take, and perhaps never will. And I look at the vehicles moving about on those roads. Wondering where they are from and where they’re headed. To destinations I will never visit and never learn about. And then comes an opportunity to go down a road which you’ve always seen, but never taken.
Recently, I had the opportunity to go down one such road. It took me to fascinating place — the Jawaharlal Nehru Port Trust. Thousands of trucks pass on that road every day. Now I know a little about their journies.
How they have wait for hours together outside the port gates. How trucks that have containers on them and going towards the port, are carrying something that’ll be loaded on gigantic liners and shipped abroad. How the trucks that’re going towards the port but are empty, will carry a container back. A container that came on another ship from another place.
In a small way I know about the journies of these trucks a little more. I’m privy to their stories that others have no inkling about.
It’s a nice feeling.