A fragment of a traffic jam in the city

The city never sleeps. We often hear this saying. And to be honest, the heart of the city hides the sleepless dreams of thousands of people, the stories of countless races, the continuous flow of life. But even in the midst of this uninterrupted movement, a strange enemy constantly appears, which we call traffic jams. It seems to capture the running time in an instant. Still, no matter how big this jam is, it cannot stop the wheels of the human heart, it keeps turning.

People stand, cars stop, wheels stop. But thoughts, hopeful minds and desires that run towards the goal never stop. This is why it can be said that even if this jam temporarily stops people, it cannot stop the speed of people.

The flow of people heading to the office in the morning, the noise of children going to school, the sound of the horn at the bus stand, the light of the signal. All in all, the morning of the city is like a living canvas. Yet, in a slightly unconscious moment, countless vehicles stop at every intersection. The smell of smoke, the heat of sweat, tired eyes and irritated faces come together to paint a picture. Where everything has stopped, yet it seems that the city is crying. The sweat on the forehead of a rickshaw driver, the passengers gasping for air in the confined space of the bus, the siren of an ambulance getting stuck in the noise of the car, this scene is not only a reflection of the vehicles, but also a social reflection. The city then explains how helpless people are in the midst of mismanagement.

Jams are not a natural disaster, they are a complication created by humans. Unplanned urbanization, lack of flyovers, narrow roads, excessive use of vehicles, and disregard for traffic laws, all of these combine to create huge traffic jams. If one car stops in the wrong place, ten cars stop. If a rickshaw turns randomly, a deadlock is created. A small mistake of human ignorance gradually turns into a mountain-sized problem. And the time, labor, talent and energy of thousands of people are buried under this mountain.

Yet the surprising thing is that even in this long jam, people do not stop. Some sit in the car and draw new plans, some go back to the pages of memory, some paint the colors of the future on the canvas of imagination. A student opens the pages of his book, an office employee reports to the boss on the phone, a businessman dreams of a new contract from there. Occasionally, a sigh of annoyance rises, but hidden in that sigh is the assurance of another day's victory. This jam is like a pause in people's lives, but never a complete break. This is where people's strength lies in moving forward even in the face of problems.

Traffic jams are not only annoyance, they are a major social and economic problem. Every day, crores of rupees are lost just because of wasting time. Working hours are lost, students cannot reach the exam hall on time, patients can die without getting timely treatment. Along with this, environmental pollution increases. Car smoke, noise pollution, mental stress. All in all, the city gradually becomes sick. Both the body and mind of people are damaged. Yet people do not stop. Because life does not stop.

Finally, it can be said that traffic jams are a painful chapter in people's daily lives. But this chapter proves that people's desire to move, their desire to struggle, and the path to their dreams are never stuck in a line of cars. Even if this jam temporarily stops people, it cannot stop the speed of people's movement. Because people do not just walk on the road, they walk towards dreams, towards possibilities, towards the future.