The sultry heat on a midsummer afternoon is a depiction of sun god’s prowess on the petty human souls and the barren land that is being baked by his glowing furnace. I stood along the payment of the construction site, analyzing the changing dynamics of realty (that’s my profession). I dreaded this visit. The minute I stepped out of the cozy confines of my air-conditioned car, I was profusely sweating. In a minute I was soaked in a deluge of body fluids that ceaselessly flowed from every minute pore, like a ruptured pipe. I looked up, gazing at the concrete jungle to find skeletal figures working atop the roof, hundreds of feet high- it is a merciless profession and the very sight was painful.