Having issued forth from a restroom?in?a dining complex not-too-bad, entertaining a strong curiosity to essay to?unravel the mystery of what life held in store for?me?for this scorching afternoon in such a midsummer as it is always rumored in an indubitable?fashion that life is so much?like a box of chocolate that no one?would know?what taste the next piece?would bring, I moved upstairs by?escalator?to the top floor of the building and uncannily I was led to a half-unknown place where I felt a strong sense of?deja vu. Standing on the highest bypass which commanded a perfect bird's view of the whole domain and which,?with all the bypasses beneath,?formed a crisscross as was in my sight,?suddenly, I heard two delivery men of a fast-food restaurant chain nearby?talking in my mother tongue about their business today and was so astonished that such a language could be uttered by two local people of this profession, at hearing which, I didn't even give an iota of my credence to what I had heard from them?because for?about one score years, no delivery men had spoken it and the last time I encountered this situation was when I was a junior school student, who had acclimatized to it then?and even in half a year ago, such a case was absolutely incredible, which, to the eyes of most people, was like something that would?only happen?in dream. Slight excitement, in juxtopostion with vague depression, ran through my entire body.