An aroma of sweet confectionery being prepared,
Engulfs the area around the corner shop,
The shop, a new one, freshly painted,
A new family, renting it, full of dreams and ambitions,
The couple, working hard on preparing sweets,
Sensing an opportunity where the traffic stands in defeat,
Across the street facing their store pumping smoke from exhausts,
The railway gate behind the shop which stalled them,
From crossing to other sides of the same area, city, state, country,
If you are a stickler for those kinds of details,
If not, one might observe a train standing idly,
Just shy of the gate on the tracks, like a lost kid,
Waiting for adults to find its lost signal, looking anxious,
At the growing traffic at both sides of the gate, which is accumulating fast,
The aroma of sweets now competes with the smoke of burning fuel,
Vehicles on ignition and people slowly contemplating small snacks,
Kids run across the stall, couples and customers alike,
Savoring the savouries and looking at the accumulating traffic,
The place became a temporary abode for many,
Most of whom have never left the comfort of their vehicles,
Yet, it might have smelt the same sweet aroma of the shop,
Shared similar experiences while waiting for gates to open up,
Before hurrying back to the other side of the gate,
Breaking from their formations from order to chaos to finding order again.