We all live in this world, yes. Thats the fact. "How silly?", you may ask. But each of us would have quoted at least a few times about our own worlds. Is it not? And of course, we talk about the world of animals, children, adults and what not in a generalistic view? And we are tired of hearing that, our major issues may be nothing to someone else, in a similar context. Wise ones say that each of us have our own gifts and sorrows. I was sharply reminded about the existence of other worlds yesterday, when I went shopping after quite a long time. My otherwise recent shopping had always been go for something specific and buy that, don't really notice anything other than the balance and the item bought [at times, forgetting even that]. This time I went to the always crowded market place in Chennai and went to a multi-floored shop. Immediately made to remember that I shouldn't just stand at one place, by a bunch of people pushing me aside, I smiled. I inquired where I could get umbrellas. To my dismay, I had to go to floor four. I quietly joined the already swelling up queue that waited for the lift to arrive. With my shape and size [round and huge], I could have made it there, but would have been tired after that, had I climbed up the stairs. The lift finally came and I exhibited my rare other side - fastly entered as if nobody were there and going quickly to a corner, to have least pressure, applied upon me. The lift said 25 people only with the expectation that the average weight of a person not above 68 Kg. I pitied the lift for a second and focused on the floor number as it climbed up. Finally I got out of it to see heads everywhere and a long queue at the billing area. Not losing heart, I went and got directions to get to the umbrella area. There were many sales boys and girls, mostly young and sincere, some withdrawn, some smiling and sharing jokes in a lucky time where no customer was there. At last I spotted the umbrella section. "Do you have three fold, button press umbrella?", I shouted to be heard. One sales girl looked up, saw the other who thrust her lower lip outwards. "No Sir! We don't have that now. Why don't you look at these instead?", she pointed to other types. I took one and searched for the button. "Its pull type Sir!", she said, controlling her smile. "Oh!", I said with the absent mindedness of a scientist as she easily opened that. Losing interest in that, I asked her to open another and a couple more. Then I saw it - a black umbrella like others but with a faint red border. I was about to pick it when a man twice my size, picked it. "Do you have one more?", I asked her, being deflated. "No Sir!", she said politely. "Tell me! Which brand is good here?", I asked. Her face brightened a bit. "Try this brand Sir! It is a bit costly but good and fast moving!", she said while the heavier man kept the red bordered umbrella back and moved away. But I was not interested in that then and tried a couple of them she gave. I chose one, having a mixed feeling while she gave me a chit to be given at the counter and quickly turned to another customer. As I was about to move, I saw the placard above - "Buy one, get one free - offer valid from Rs.300-/-". I quickly checked the price written on the chit. It showed Rs. 300-/-. I interrupted her conversation with a customer and asked her about the offer. She looked at it and said, "Oh! Its the Aadi offer Sir [a tamil month where sales is dull overall, so the sellers gave offers to keep the sale up], its over now! But if you are interested, the offer is still valid for grandpa umbrellas!", pointing them. It was the old fashioned long one with a wooden handle. "But who will buy this?", I asked. "Why Sir? That too gives shade, na? Will suit you well too!", she said. I left the place in search for a wallet next. There were many there in that section and I quickly lost interest. Also, one of the sales girls in that section seemed to be totally oblivious of all, and I had to ask her twice about any offer. "Oh! Buy one and get one free for those in these racks!", she pointed and looked elsewhere. I left that section with a heavy heart to another and went to other areas. All these young men and women who work for almost 12 hours a day, take that odd week may be, off to their native. How would they feel then? It can never be on a festive time, right? For just an hour it felt like being squeezed for me. I went out, had a deep breath and got an auto to another place, that I less fancied. It was a cultural event where one of my friend's kid was about to perform. I am close to Carnatic music as Neptune is to earth and even far from bharathanatyam. Worse yet, I didn't know the kid's name too. With a shy face, I asked him the details. The proud father shared the details with me and took me to find a seat in the first row. I was nervous, as I am never a first row person and kept a stern face as though I belonged there. The dance program started. There were many events where different set of girls aged between 4 and 40+ dancing as the music played from behind. Their gorgeous costumes and lyth movements to the music was a treat to watch. But I was more glued to the rhythmic sounds from violin, veena and the drums. After what seemed to be an eternity, the event where my friend's kid came, started. It was a dance cum drama and I delightfully observed the veteran and young girls exhibiting less movements to depict many different things, right from the lord, a parrot, a cuckoo and many others besides showing various emotions, from pleasure to anger to sorrow like slides in a presentation. The kid came with an all green costume with a miniature peacock doll jutting from above her head. In all, her portion was just about two minutes and I spent that time watching her and her proud dad. The show went on, but her part was over. The kid danced well without shyness and the next minute after her part was over, she came and sat next to her dad with a world winning smile. I just came out of all that, excused myself and left, wondering how my time flew in that world, where I could spot every beat and every foot that was placed down with my eyes closed, and that odd bead that came out like a burning meteor and rolled on the dance stage, was etched, evoking another memory of a distant past. I spotted quite a few things there on the way and realized that my understanding of my own world improves when I do these. I walked a long way back home, feeling better, and even bought a chocolate for my kid. I paid for another too, and left. A young and gasping kid stopped me from behind, saying, "You forgot this Sir!". "As usual!", I thought.