The media descriptions of the city Dipti inhabits make the readers envious and why not when the city is Gurgaon, Shining India's Millennium City. The new part of the city is located on either sides of a national highway and lined all along are the posh colonies and the magnificent office buildings. The farthest office spaces are not even 500 meters from the highway exit lanes and the time it takes to reach them is no less then 10 minutes and can extend up to 40 minutes on certain occasions. Did the presented statistics force you to have a second look? The woes of Dipti start from this point onwards and never end till she is within the city limits.
She is mandated to take up multiple insurance policies as her spine and viscera are constantly subjected to the jerks unthinkable even on remote villages' kuchcha roads. Hospitals and doctors are grateful to the ill maintained prehistorical roads, a prominent feature across the city. They brilliantly exemplify 'Unity in Diversity' with both the Mall road dotted with dazzling malls and the old Sadar Bazaar road presenting the same shoddy picture.
At the end of a fateful day, she somehow managed to reach back to her flat only to find it in complete darkness again as the electricity supply was yet to be restored .Some apartments did boast of a 100% power backup but you needed to be rich enough to be living in one of them. Personal generator could have been another alternative but she did not own a house for installing one. "Life is really dark and dull for the middle class in the city", Dipti thought aloud standing in her terrace and looking wearily towards the sky.
Lo and behold, her Eureka moment arrived. Moonlight had been the subject of literature for long but she had never come across such a practical utility. She decided to promote it in the "Green Campaign" in her office also. She finished all her evening chores from cutting veggies to kneading dough to scrubbing dishes in the serene moonlight! After that she has never stopped thinking about 'The Evening" and thanking the moon and feeling funnily stupid.
She is mandated to take up multiple insurance policies as her spine and viscera are constantly subjected to the jerks unthinkable even on remote villages' kuchcha roads. Hospitals and doctors are grateful to the ill maintained prehistorical roads, a prominent feature across the city. They brilliantly exemplify 'Unity in Diversity' with both the Mall road dotted with dazzling malls and the old Sadar Bazaar road presenting the same shoddy picture.
At the end of a fateful day, she somehow managed to reach back to her flat only to find it in complete darkness again as the electricity supply was yet to be restored .Some apartments did boast of a 100% power backup but you needed to be rich enough to be living in one of them. Personal generator could have been another alternative but she did not own a house for installing one. "Life is really dark and dull for the middle class in the city", Dipti thought aloud standing in her terrace and looking wearily towards the sky.
Lo and behold, her Eureka moment arrived. Moonlight had been the subject of literature for long but she had never come across such a practical utility. She decided to promote it in the "Green Campaign" in her office also. She finished all her evening chores from cutting veggies to kneading dough to scrubbing dishes in the serene moonlight! After that she has never stopped thinking about 'The Evening" and thanking the moon and feeling funnily stupid.
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