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You know it isn't a surprise when you wake up after a long afternoon nap ( ignore the contradiction of  a 'long' nap, because mine almost always are ) thoroughly disconcerted and desolate. If you happen to be 'fortunate' enough to belong to a nuclear family, and at the same  be 'blessed' with working parents, you'll perhaps be very well acquainted with such a phenomena, and I daresay such prolonged hours of solitude are likely to be depressing and mundane. Staying enclosed in the wee hours of daylight, and looking at pictures of people  on your social networking site thoroughly enjoying their holidays at exotic locations is not at all pleasing to the eye and  the friend who so ostentatiously posted a photo of himself  herself paragliding,  bungee jumping , snorkeling or simply having a great time is bound to invoke pangs of envy and longing, if not aggravate your resentment. Wondering why you aren't out there globe trotting or conquering the world and contemplating repeatedly over your mysterious  anti-social behavior will simply exacerbate the feeling of dejection, coupled with the resigned realization that you are indeed, not equipped with the skills of a socialite, and might as well watch the rest of your life waste away while your peers move on to bigger and better dreams. Or so you may think.
Part with your bed or beloved couch for a while and get dressed. Take a walk down the street. A few strides forward, and you'll see the shanty on the pavement, with a huge plastic sheet or scraps of polythene congealed to form a 'roof' . Two children wearing  extremely dirty shabby, patched clothes are playing with rocks afar, and if you wait and watch you might just detect the glee in their faces as their mother beckons them for lunch-a concoction of rice and lentils. The little faces brighten with anticipation. Today is a special day, because for once, their meal doesn't comprise of plain rice, with nothing to accompany it.
Now if your legs may permit, trudge a little further and you encounter the busy traffic on the main road. Amidst the barrage of cars and buses speeding away, you see blurry outline of a policeman stationed right there, and just as you are about to turn away, your eyes might just come across the dark, murky waters almost submerging his knees. You remember it's monsoon and thanks to the amazing sewerage system  the roads  are converted to channels and Venetian canals . But of course you wouldn't know how it feels to be wading the contaminated waters for hours at a stretch do you ?
Oh it just started to rain. As you run in the opposite direction, towards home, you might just see a rickshaw puller pedaling away furiously, as the downpour drenches him from head to toe. There's a passenger too, seated behind.
You might see. Or you might not.