Where's the traffic?

Last week, a flyover was opened up in Goa. It's right next to where I live.

For the last two years, it's been under construction. We have had traffic hassles day in and day out. This road is closed. This one is jammed. And on and on.

Today, when I took my scooter out, the road was empty. The flyover is done. I should be feeling happy. Joyous.

Instead, I feel something's off. Something's wrong. Where's the traffic? Where's the noise?

It might take a few days or weeks for my body to get used to the quiet. And to stop missing the traffic.