When I passed the Central School gate, I spotted in the shade of the trees by the road a sanitation man was taking a break. He seated himself on the cement drain cover dozing off with his back facing the road. There was a cool breeze blowing under the trees. And there was little traffic then. The worker earned a good rest. I hoped he could enjoy a longer time of pleasure without being disturbed. I continued my hasty walking in the sun contemplating. We needn’t seek comfort with all our effort. It's just beside us. No place or scenery is more attractive to me than the cool corridor of our bungalow in the scorching summer.