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Every morning, without fail, I had been awakened by the sounds of construction. The soft humming of a large grinder and the distant clanging of steel hitting steel created a continuous cacophony that I’d only begun to tune-in to over time. While my body was moving towards wakefulness; my mind still languished in sleep; dreaming about the past and what it could have been like if things had gone differently. What if we had stayed together? What would our lives be like now? I didn’t know as all those thoughts floated idly through my head; but one thing was for sure: they were slowly becoming more frequent as time went by. I looked out of my window and was met with the sight of a red bull-dozer that sat still for a moment, the driver having halted the machinery to share a cigarette. Once he had finished his small break, he would get back to work and move forward with his task: ripping up the old floors and removing old bricks. The entire building which I lived in was being restructured from top to bottom; there were at least five construction crews that worked on different sections: one focused on the ground floor and another on what used to be considered our first floor. They were also working on what used to be our second floor as well as our third; but it just looked like one big mess to me. I looked at this scene outside my window for a while. It was just one block away from the slums where I had grown up. What I had always known as the middle-class neighbourhood was now slowly transforming into a hive of activity; right before my eyes. Over time, this entire process had slowly changed my life; but not entirely for the better. The first thing I noticed was that almost everything had changed within seconds of having entered this new world. The moment you stepped outside your house, you were surrounded by people who were constantly doing their live-work-sleep routine; constantly moving about without ever stopping or looking back. Before I had always been surrounded by friendly neighbours who waved at each other when they met in the elevator or on the stairs. At times, I would also have long conversations with my neighbours about various things. But now, all I see around me are men in helmets, work boots and dark glasses. All of them are here for one reason only: to do the job that was required of them so that they could move on to their next task. That was what this whole place was about now; there were no idle moments anymore. “Have you eaten?” my mother asked me when she saw me staring at the workmen. “I have,” I lied. I wasn’t in much of a mood to eat anything because of what I had been through lately. My mood was spoilt by everything that had been happening recently. Work had been much harder for me for one reason or another; and I could feel myself slowly beginning to unravel from all that stress that I kept accumulating in my system. The pressure was slowly building up in my blood, and it would take a lot to relieve it from there. cfa1e77820
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