Stuck in traffic, minutes stretch like hours. Impatient engines hum, while the world stands still. A sea of cars, motionless, under a sweltering sun or in the biting cold. Frustration seeps through as honking intensifies, mirroring the collective impatience. Faces of strangers mirror annoyance and weariness. Time, once a precious commodity, slips away unrelentingly. Yet, amidst the standstill, glimpses of life emerge. Laughter from nearby children, or a passerby's friendly wave, provide fleeting distractions. As the traffic finally inches forward, a sense of relief washes over. The experience of being trapped fades, but the memory lingers, a reminder of the intricate dance we all share in the urban jungle.