It is 5:36 am in Mumbai. The darkness disappeared: the
layers of dense, deep nightly silence whisked away into the ether, and a blue luminescent
dawn emerged: serene and sacred, the breeze cool and moist with the
intermittent drizzle, the trees fresh and green like first brush of love
between a newly-wed couple. The drenched crows cawed incessantly from the
telephone wires. A bunch of wings-flapping birds over the trees chirped away
to glory. Away in the north, sunray streamed through the banana plantation. To
the south, at the YMCA ground, morning walkers took their daily rounds to
awaken their jaded minds and bodies. Beyond all this, to the east, many acres
of lands were visible, dotted with slums, streaked with lush green plants and
pitted with small puddles of rains. Soon the area would be abuzz with day-time
activities as the morning merges into the raving sun.
Meghna Maiti
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